Alexander never got drunk.
Alcohol had always been like water to him- something he'd consumed since youth, something his body had long grown accustomed to, something that barely made a difference. He could drink glass after glass without feeling the faintest hint of dizziness, the world always remaining painfully clear around him. People would laugh louder, voices would slur, movements would grow looser, but Alexander, he always stayed the same. Cold. Controlled. Unmoved.
But for the first time in what felt like forever, he was actually drunk.
Apparently, his body still had a limit to the amount of alcohol he could consume, a limit he never really tested. And after several hours of doing nothing but drinking at the bar, he finally could find himself at that limit. The air around him reeked of whiskey and cheap perfume, the chatter and laughter of strangers blending into a dull roar. The room spun slowly, and every now and then, he blinked hard to keep the world steady.
