We've all done it - made a decision that we later regret - just one more, just at closing time. It seems innocuous at the time, but the consequences can be far reaching.
Bob rarely took things to such excess. He normally limited himself to just a single pint and even that was rare, but tonight, maybe it was his biorhythms, that and the phase of the moon, but he certainly had his drinking head on.
He looked down at the drained body on the bed and wiped a red smear across his stubble.
Eight pints. He'd certainly had a skinful tonight.