While people slept peacefully, the streets lay in silence. Empty roads stretched into the darkness, and the streetlights flickered faintly, casting brief halos of weak yellow light.
"Hic… I… I'm so...hic tired… fuckers… so much work…"
An office worker stumbled along the empty street, his steps unsteady, his face flushed red from too much alcohol. He hiccupped repeatedly as he clutched his bag tightly to his chest, his suit wrinkled and his tie hanging loose.
"That asshole HR… hic… how dare he treat me like shit in front of my crush… bastard… hic… he's doing it on purpose, isn't he?!" The man slurred furiously, his voice rising and breaking as his eyes swam with drunken rage.
He clenched his fist tightly, swinging it at the air. "Next time… I'm gonna punch his ugly face… ahaha!" He kicked at nothing, laughing bitterly to himself, and the fantasy alone seemed to calm him down.
Thud!
