Richard Ruby was having one of those days.
After the hassles he’d already faced that afternoon, and they had been numerous, the only thing he had wanted from his evening was to be left alone to drink until he couldn’t see straight. And he really wanted to do so in peace. He was in no mood to be sociable, not even to the regulars whom he saw nightly. He had decided to start slow and was on his third beer since he had bellied up to his usual spot at the bar. The brew was cold and stung the fresh split in his lip, and he winced every time the bottle touched it. One more and he would switch to the hard stuff.
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