The homeless man held up a shot glass filled with a glowing red liquid, "Drink this"

The drunk man immediately shook his head and leaned back, "No thanks, I’ve had enough for tonight"

The homeless man stretched his arm out practically shoving the glass in the drunk man’s face.

"No you idiot. This is how you get Tina back"

The drunk man took the glass and stared at it oddly, "How is getting even more drunk supposed to help me get her back?"

"Its a special liquid. After you drink it, it gives you a second chance to make things right. It’ll take you back to the morning of the day you took Tina to Bette’s gallery"

The drunk man’s eyes widened as he nodded in understanding. Excitement claimed his features.

"I can take her somewhere else….she’ll never meet Bette"

The homeless man nodded, "Just don’t fuck it up this time. Do whatever you have to just keep her away from Bette Porter"

The drunk man nodded and raised the shot glass. Before he drank the liquid however, he looked at the homeless man suspiciously.

"Why are you helping me? What’s in it for you?"

The homeless man sighed, he should have known that was coming.

"Let’s just say I know what it feels like to be in your situation"

The drunk man raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth as if he was going to press on the issue but the homeless man cut him off.

"Just shut up and drink"

The drunk man didn’t hesitate any further. He threw back his head and poured the red liquid into his mouth. He felt it tingle as it slid down his throat. Immediately he felt light headed and tired. He looked at the homeless man in confusion as everything around him seemed to be going black. The homeless man smiled.

"Just relax"

The drunk man’s eyelids suddenly felt heavy as he began to nod off. He laid his head on the table, sleep overcoming him as he heard the faint words of the homeless man.

"I can’t believe I was so irritating. How did anyone stand me?"

Then everything went black.

*****

The sound of plates clashing against each other and the salty sweet smell of breakfast filled the air, waking the man up from his sleep. He braced himself for the major headache he knew he would have given the amount of tequila he consumed but nothing came. He slowly opened his eyes and saw the right side of his bed was unoccupied. He sighed audibly and stared blankly at a white ceiling.