Keep It Together

Alexis sat at the bar holding a chipped glass and swirled the clear liquor as he sighed.  With a sudden movement he lifted the glass and threw his head back, downing its contents in one swallow.  Gasping he placed the glass against the table and tapped again.  As he waited the few moments before the glass was filled again he wiped his other hand against his sleeve, leaving a smear of blood that he stared at blankly.  The filled glass was emptied again.  Alexis snorted and a moment later stood feeling recovered.  Stumbling slightly he made his way back to the surgery, hoping to finish the job.

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