//Um, heads up: mention of drinking a shitton of whiskey up ahead.
I feel evil for writing this and for making the warning humorous...

An occasional drink with friends, a celebratory drink. Those were the only times Sebastian would let himself go a little crazy with alcohol. After all, it was an occasion, and one that was normally happy.

Then the bad drinks came. Chugging down amber liquid straight from the bottle, just enough to clear the bad stuff away. Never overdosing, he knew his limits. Hangovers were frequent, but never stopped or affected work. Work was his life, work also kept the bad stuff away.

The bottles would fluctuate in number. Sometimes he'd have enough to open a bar, somedays just enough to have a small party.

If only the whiskey was used for parties instead of being drunk in a dark room, the neck of the glass bottle being gripped tight.