source: AI Generated Image - DALL-E
It was soaking wet outside, flash floods all around the city, pitch black except for some roads with working road lights. Every once in a while a lightening bolt would brighten up the town and frighten the town folks. He was a beat cop doing the graveyard shift and a regular to Touchdown Tavern in the town of Lindsborg, Kansas also known as Little Sweden.
'Pour me another', he said.
'It's time to close the tavern, there is no one in the bar', the barkeeper said.
'Just pour me one last, your best one, and I will be out of your hair', he said.
Barkeeper just went through her inventory and started to pour him one last drink, but she stopped and inquired, 'can you even drive yourself out of here?'
'You think too much of me darlin', there is no one on the road for me to bump into. It's just another lonely day, like every freaking day of my life...', he said.
'What happened? I don't see many cops this late in the night drinking themselves out of senses.' - She said while pouring one last drink into his glass.
'I have had a pretty rough last few months. Nothing another shot of whiskey can't fix.' - He said.
'Whiskey can't fix your problems, it would only dull your senses and feed your denial of the situation that you are so eagerly running away from.', said the barkeeper.
Whatever, here is your check, keep the change. - He said while wiping his teeth with his tongue after finishing his last shot of the whiskey.
He started sprinting towards his car bumping into everything in-between, he could't possibly drive in this condition. The barkeeper was looking at him and it was too late and too stormy to order a taxi for him. She grabbed him and sat him on a chair. You can't possibly drive in this condition, wait for the storm to cool down and you can leave once you are in your senses.
The beat cop was too drunk to comprehend what was happening... he just passed out... and... the barkeep closed the tavern and spent the night on a makeshift bed in the tavern..
