Adam was drunk. He knew it as he walked towards his room. And he cursed because of it. Damn it. He hadn't meant to drink that much-just a couple of glasses to celebrate the deal-but somehow, he had ended up sloshed. His head spun, his legs dragged like dead weight, and he could barely see straight, let alone walk in a straight line. Every step toward his room felt exaggerated, heavier than the last. He muttered a string of curses under his breath, stumbling into the wall, catching himself just in time.
"When the hell did I become such a mess?" he growled, clutching the edge of a side table to steady himself. He used to hold his drink like a champ. Now he was reduced to this-wobbling down a hallway like some washed-up wreck with zero control. His throat was dry, his vision swimming. He needed to lie down, just for a minute. And then he'd call Melanie. He missed her... so much.
He smiled when he thought of her and grinned. She would not be happy seeing him like this.
