It had been a while since he sent the text to his wife.
"Just going for a quick drink with the boys. See you soon."
It had been more than a while in all honesty. 16:23, it said beneath the message he had sent. It was now almost 03:00. He'd been in the pub for 10 hours. He knew he was in trouble, but he wasn't going to be in any more trouble if he had another pint, was he?
He drained his glass and staggered to the bar. The rest of his colleagues had bailed out hours ago, but he was determined to keep going.
As the barman poured him another drink the phone behind the bar rang.
"Excuse me," said the barman and answered it.
He was agreeing with whatever the caller was saying.
"Ok, I'll tell him," he said as he hung up.
"Who was that?" the man slurred.
"It was your wife. She said not to bother coming home."
The man thought about this for a while.
"I'll have a double whisky as well."
He laid a crumpled twenty pound note - his last one - on the bar and smoothed it out.
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