life's a gamble

Booker's not drunk, but he wants to be. Problem is, work's been thin and he's losing more than he's winning these days. He's had streaks like this before, he knows it will get better, he's just lacking the motivation to make it better. To be honest, he's been lacking motivation for much of anything anything since Elizabeth left. Life's blended into dull days and fist-fight filled nights. Probably for the best she left he keeps telling himself, he's no one to be around, but at the same time it's a hole in his life that he misses. There was just something about her, her grit maybe, that stubborn way she digs in right when he thinks she should listen to him.

Damn girl's too smart for her own good.

"Another." He points to his empty glass and tries to tally what he's drinking with what's in his wallet. He should still be good if he nurses this one.

Pretty sure at least.