He woke up with an angry head and sore body.
Everyone had left, but he was still floating. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and took in the room. It was
gray all over. Not just painted gray, but also, everything was painted gray. His face, which he had just unstuck from the bar, was the only thing with any color in the room.
Why had he worn gray last night?
The bartender must have left him there overnight to thaw out. He couldn't remember if he'd come alone, or if he'd intended to leave alone.
He felt a phantom vibration in his phoneless pocket, and instinctively
His phone was already on the bar.
he asked again, but the screen refused to yield to his sliding finger. Just passionless, mechanical ringing.
The phone finally stopped.
He stared at it for a lingering moment, then got up to pour himself a drink