Henry Shipton drank quite a bit at the bar and struggled out from a group of friends who intended to drink until dawn at midnight, leaning against the vintage wall outside the bar to smoke a cigarette.
The thin smoke danced with the wind before his eyes, finally dispersing into the air.
Despite mixing various drinks, he was especially sober without a hint of sleepiness.
Looking at the bright lights and nightlife of the street, he just felt it was all damn annoying.
After finishing a cigarette, his long-term designated driver, who always waited for him at the bar, had been parked at the entrance for a while. He got in the car, not wanting to return to his apartment where he lived alone, but not knowing where to go either, he let the driver take him around Kingstown.
The driver sensed Henry's foul mood, didn't ask questions, just quietly drove, with the car playing a strong beat English song.
