«JARVIS'S POINT OF VIEW» "Can I have another glass, thank you!" I hiccupped, extending the wine glass over to the bartender, he gave a rare look and accepted the glass. "Are you here with someone, kid? This is a club" he asked, probably wondering what a young guy like me was doing at the club, drinking all independently, liquoring up in loneliness, and wanting to wash that solitary away. But he gave me another glass of wine anyway, after all, he was only doing his job. I lifted it to my lips and took a sip, loving the feeling that simmered down my throat. The club was hectic, the music was loud and almost ear slipping, the smell of alcohol was in the air, the disgusting scent of vomit and sweat, the screams of people enjoying and having a good time, unlike me. I scoffed, sipping my intoxicant. They weren't like me, they were normal, none of them were in love with their brothers.&n
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