For Sweeney

[mancalledspade]

Sam Spade was drunk and getting drunker. He was sitting at the rickety table in Sweney's room. In front of him was a glass and substantially emptier bottle of whiskey than he started with.

He was not drinking for fun, and he was clearly not drinking to be social. But he was finding it curiously difficult to pass out, which was his tacit goal.

Comments

[mad_leprechaun]

Sweeney came in, feeling pretty damn good. After all, his baby was walking, wasn't that something?

But suddenly he was confronted with a figure that might as well have been himself in years gone by.

"Holy shit, Spade. What's going on?"

[mancalledspade]

Spade looked up, his words even but deliberate through the liquor. "Made a lousy detective. Thought I might try bein' a drunkard for a bit instead."

[mad_leprechaun]

"What the hell?" He looked at him confused.

[mancalledspade]

He looked down at the table. "Sorry for polishin' off the booze. 'll replace it later."