The cab dropped Perry diCarto off in front of the Avalon, where he was set to meet Heath Moore for a conversation about a particular 'club'. He hadn't expected to end up getting hammered tonight, but then again, it had sure as hell sounded pretty good when Heath had suggested it.
My alcoholism. It knows no bounds.
The lawyer wore a black suit tonight, forgoing the tie in favor of comfort. His threads were fresh, and while the Avalon wasn't exactly his usual scene, he was set to have some fun. While his memory of what happened at or about the drinking competition was a little fuzzy, he recalled Heath Moore's tolerance... and his own.
This was going to be an interesting night indeed.
@Vassagon