Bang!
Nolan slammed the door angrily and headed for the minibar. He was angry. Fuck! He was pissed. He grabbed a wine glass without minding the noise he caused as the glasses jingled as they tapped each other.
He turned around, placed the cup down on the counter, then turned around again to face the cupboard. Without much thought, he grabbed a whiskey and walked to the counter.
With a frown, he poured a little into the cup, grabbed it and downed the entire content with his frown, more because of the harsh effect of the wine down his throat.
He took the cup, whiskey bottle and the cap out of the bar to the sitting room. He plopped on the couch, then filled the cup a little, taking down everything through his throat.
It was just a few days since he did not see her, and she was already kissing some random dude. He shut his eyes closed, placing his head on the headrest of the couch, trying to fight the anger mixed with pain, threatening to erupt.
