"No trait is more justified than revenge in the right time and place." - Meir Kahane

Clint poured the last splash of Everclear left from the bottle into his glass and downed it. He was sitting at the bar, now leaning heavily into it and when he dropped the empty glass back down, it tipped over and rolled onto the floor. It smashed on the other side of the bar, but he didn't give a fuck. He didn't give a fuck about much at all now the booze was rushing through his veins and numbing the pain.

( It had been just on dusk when Clint walked into the bar and threw a wad of cash on the counter, telling the barman to bring him the bottle of the strongest shit he had... )

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