On a rainy night
A shady and a grungy bar dimly lit and playing the low notes of a jazz number is almost nearing its closing hours with only a few people and some office goers sitting in their respective corners and enjoying the drink and basking in melancholy. A hand reaches out at the counter and the voice little slurry asks for a refill. The guy, ordering a refill seems like a 40-year old dressed in a wrinkled white shirt and his tie lowered, speaks up… "May I have another drink?" "I'm sorry sir, but we're about to close" replies the bartender. "Ah, come on man! Just one more drink. You can't close yet; the people are still sitting." He waves his hand across the pub to show people sitting and cozying up around different corners of the pub. "But sir, you've had one too many drinks. You have been drinking since evening." "Ah, fuck that! Are you gonna educate me about my capacity vis-à-vis alcohol?" And right t