Paul sat on the bar stool, watching himself in the mirror behind the bar, as the puffed
away on a cigarette, lost in his own world, mind drifting elsewhere.
A few minutes later, the bartender came back and asked Paul if he wanted anything else to
drink.
"No, thanks, I think i'm Al-arooooooo-" Paul uttered as a clenching in his throat causing
his voice to crack into the beginnings of a howl. Drunkenly, Paul tried to repeat himself
only to have the same thing happen again. "No, I'm... fine." Paul finally said, his voice
seizing up on him.
"Yeah, looks like you're all set."
Paul rubbed his throat and stamped out his cigarette. "Excuse me a moment." Paul said,
as he got off his barstool, and headed to the bathroom - rubbing his throat the entire way.