He looked at the bottle she downed then back at the drink he hadn't even had a drop of. Marcelo hadn't really been extremely drunk since the night of the Hellfire soiree, and even then his pain meds at the time had made sure he paid for it. He really wanted to be now. Just find momentary oblivion at the bottom of a glass.

"I'm not good to anyone anyway. I've failed." He stood there, looking into his drink.