Broken

"Valerie," Noah muttered as he took a big gulp of his fifth vodka.

The waiter who was busy wiping some mug was staring at him. He didn't know if he should just let him keep drinking or stop him, because from the look of things, he could tell that Noah was heartbroken. A lot of them come to his bar to drink away their sorrows.

"I'm sorry Valeria." Noah said drunkenly, then he wiped off his tears.

He dropped the bottle of vodka and he took his bottle of whiskey, he opened it and gulped down a large content.

"Okay, that's it, this man is clearly too drunk," the waiter said.

"Sir," he called as he came out of his stand and went to Noah.

He took the bottle of whiskey from him and kept it aside.

"Hey, what the fuck are you doing man? Give me back my drink." Noah said. He could barely keep his eyes open and almost fell off his chair, but the waiter was quick to come to his rescue.

"You're drunk sir and I think you've had enough to drink already," the waiter said.

"No no no, you're the one wh