“Wanna get a drink?” You asked him one day, and despite the fact that he didn’t drink he still said yes.

The two of you met at the psychic ‘support group’, and when you heard he had recently lost his girlfriend you took your shot.

So now the two of you sat at a small circular table in the corner of the bar. He had ordered just a simple water and was still sipping on the same drink he had when they got there.

You on the other hand were well on your third drink, or was it fourth? You weren’t sure, he seemed surprised at how fast you knocked the drinks out.

“So.. you a big drinker?” He asked, looking up with an amused look on his face. “It looks like you’re starting a collection of cups over there.”