He stared at the half-empty bottle. The whole point was to drink it. He couldn’t simply keep staring at it.They’d probably make him order another one eventually. That would be even more absurd. He’d be sitting in this booth alone staring at two bottles. He could leave and take it with him. But where would he go? Not home. The whole point of not being in was so they wouldn’t know where he was. Whoever ‘they’ might be—friends,family,acquaintances, colleagues. It was strange plan now that he thought about it. He wanted to be alone,but he had chosen to go to a noisy bar full of people.