The Art Of The UnderDog

Chapter 54

"Give me a shot," Tyler exclaimed, nudging his cup toward the bartender, a figure draped in a crisp white shirt with a cascade of blonde locks framing their face.

Tyler, though already slightly tipsy, was resolute in his determination to embrace an even deeper level of inebriation. Clutched within his right hand, there rested a vibrant green ball, a cherished item passed down from his father. This very ball had always been his refuge, a tool he employed to clear his mind during moments of necessity. Now, on this eventful evening, as the sun dipped beneath the horizon, Tyler's head pulsed as if on the brink of combustion. The elusive connection with his mother still eluded him, time was slipping through his fingers to reconcile things with Andrea, and his thoughts remained shrouded in a disorienting fog.

"Here you go," the bartender's voice cut through the haze, the cup brimming with tequila gliding elegantly across the counter, destined for Tyler's awaiting grasp. The amber liquid gli