Felix was doing it again.

He told Linda that he'd take a break. Take a break from coming here to his favorite bar, hell take a little break from drinking in general. Alcohol had nearly replaced water in his life and it wouldn't be long before it had done so completely. Felix was reliant on it in a way that only served to hurt. Drinking had become his antidote, as well as his poison.

A tainted self prescription to problems he wasn't willing to address. What better way to deal with troubling times than to just forget all about them after a few good drinks. And to be fair, it worked. Temporary as the solution may have been, it still proved an escape.

An escape from what exactly? Well, Felix himself wasn't too sure. Maybe he just wanted to get away from his loving wife? Now that didn't make a great deal of sense, but then again neither did Felix. Something Felix lacked was brevity. The willingness to simply try wasn't something he had a great deal of.

Linda paid the price. Her husband wasn't the man he was five years ago, maybe even less than that. The change was gradual, slow, and yet it felt like day and night between the dork she'd married then, and the drunk she was married to now. He was never at home doing God knows what, and it made Linda worry.

Not that he was being unloyal, not at all. She was just worried for him. His safety was all that mattered to her. Of course, Felix didn't entirely care what happened to him. It wasn't like he wanted to get killed or anything, but if he did there wasn't much he would complain about.

Slipping his foggy glasses from his face, Felix set them on the oak of the bar, before he picked up his bottle of Schaefer. There was a little ring of condensation where he'd left it that drew his attention for a fleeting moment. There wasn't a whole lot to do in a bar, besides drink. Felix wasn't the most sociable man out there, not like Jack, so he kept to himself.

He set the bottle back down with a quiet clink, before he groaned, rubbing at his eyes with both palms.

Headache.