Leaning back in his chair Howie sighed. He had money, fame. He could have anything or anyone he wanted. He had it all. Yet here he was in the last place he needed to be staring down a glass filled with Tequilla while his life, like everything around him was spinning out of control.

"You know drinking won't make your problems go away" said the bartender.

"Who says I have problems" said Howie.

"Everyone who ends up in this dive has problems. Besides your on your fifth Tequilla. You know sometimes it helps to talk."

"Talk, yeah" said Howie running his finger around the rim of the glass.

"Really, I'm a good listener."

"You ever disappeared" said Howie.

"Well that's a strange question."

"I wish I could just disappear."

"Now why would someone like you want to disappear. From what I read you seem to have it made these days."

"The only thing I have is cameras being shoved in my face, fans waiting for autographs and a family waiting for something that will never happen" said Howie.

"No one said life was easy."

"Yeah, well no one said I had to play anymore" said Howie downing the Tequlia in one swift movement. "Bring me another, and keep them coming."

"Are you sure that's such a good idea."

"Isn't your job to serve the alcohol" said Howie.

"Yeah."

"Then serve me the alcohol and butt out" said Howie.

"Another Tequila coming up."

"Carrie, can you get that stock in the back put away" said Jim. Watching as she left he knew she was right. The alcohol, all of it. It wasn't going to change the fact that he was in love with his best friend. That his best friend was straight. Placing the money down on the counter Howie staggered to his feet as reached for his keys.

"What, you were going to leave without saying goodbye" said Carrie.

"Thanks for the little chat. I think I'm going to be going" said Howie.

"Your not seriously going to drive are you" said Carrie.

"Why not."

"Because your drunk."

"I haven't had that much too drink, I'll be fine. Why should you care anyway" said Howie.

"I don't want to see you kill someone, namely yourself. Come on, hand over your keys said Carrie.

"I don't think so. Look lady, this is my life, not yours. What I do with it is my business, ok" said Howie.

"Is their a problem Carrie?"

"No Dave, everything is fine" said Carrie.

"If he's getting rowdy we can take him in" said Dave.

"Oh, no. He's my boyfriend. He just had a little too much to drink. I'm going to take him home" said Carrie.

"Did I hear you say you were leaving" said Jim.

"Yeah, I'm just going to take my boyfriend here home. He's in no shape to drive."

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