Jerry was sitting in a corner booth trying to get the bartender’s attention. His glass was once again empty. He had begun to indulge on whiskey and beer about 3 hours ago and was feeling no pain. The bartender finally acknowledged him and approached. “I am sorry sir, but I cannot serve you anymore. Can I call you a cab?”
Jerry made a face at the bartender, “Well screw you! I didn’t like this dump anyway” he said as he began to stand up too quickly and ended up on the floor. The bartender once again asked. “Can I get you a cab to take you home?”
Jerry was climbing his way back up with help of the booth he had just been in. “I don’t need a cab. My car knows the way home automatically.”
The bartender just shook his head as he watched Jerry leave the bar and get into his car. Under his breathe he said, “I am going to call him in, He is far too drunk to drive.” He picked up his cell phone and dialed the local police non-emergency number. He explained to the dispatcher how he offered a cab a couple of times, but he had refused. “I just don’t want him to cause any damage to anyone else tonight. He has been in here all afternoon.”
Jerry was making his way home, but these houses didn’t look like his neighborhood. He left the side street and turned onto the highway towards the edge of town and towards a terrible tragedy.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – indulge