His Ascension

Furious Charlie

Charlie threw his head backward and drank the whole content from his glass in a gulp. He pressed his eyes against each other as the whiskey made its way to his system with closed eyes.

He propelled the class to the bartender and motioned for another shot. What he needed was a drink. It was noon.

After leaving Dr. Gerald's office, Charlie drove straight to the bar after concluding that a drink might ease his tension and at least make him feel better because the rage heating up in him could set the campus on fire.

The bartender passed him the drink and Charlie didn't waste any time washing it down his throat. He let out a clumsy belch and pressed his eyes against each other, feeling its soreness. He knew that he had to be mindful of the quantity of drink he was shoving down his tummy else he might drink into a stupor.

The clicking of footsteps inside the bar toward him caused Charlie to place his third glass on the counter. He turned around. Charlie sighed and turned around after noti