One More"I can't believe you're still here you bloody alco." Yeh, like I hadn't heard that a thousand times. I budged over a little on the couch, watching not spill any more of my drink on my already stained shirt."I'm not an alco." I murmur as she sits down next to me."How many's that then?" She asks, pointing to the glass in my hand."I can hold my liquor.""How many?" Looking down, I try to recall the last few hazy hours. "I know you'd had two when I left, how many is it now?" I knew exactly how many it was, but damned if she was gonna find out."I'm not an alco.""Whatever."For a minute, there was silence between us, the ambience of the bar substituting for any sort of real conversation."How's Tim?" Somebody had to get the ball rolling."He's ok, I suppose. Seems like there's something bothering him.""You asked him about it?" I put my feet up on the small table, careful not to disturb the pile of magazines I'd stacked so artistically. She sighed and looked away."He says it's nothing.