The horns had blared into his thoughts. Drums stirred his insides till he felt he would vomit. Nearer, he heard ice cubes melt with a chink and took a long sip of the whiskey.

"Do you want to buy me a drink?" she asked.

"No, sorry," he said, without turning around.

"Fuck you," she hissed.

He wasn't looking for a whore. He needed something real to believe in.