Leon was a frequent at the bar you ran. Nightly, he would come in and order glasses of whiskey until he was drunk out of his mind. Tonight when he sat down to order, something felt different. You could always tell that he was drinking to drown his sorrows but tonight, his looks told a different story. He looked as if he hadn't slept in days, heavy dark circles under his eyes

whiskey, same as usual. he said as he sat down and leaned his head against one of his hands.