Making of CHEERS! HA!HA! Clark Break Drunk!

My shoulders dropped an inch. The stiffness broke, leaving behind a dull ache in my neck. Life, it seems. Beside me, the masked vigilante kept talking, frozen mid-lecture, while the blue bartender remained still with his cloth. I didn't get up. I just eased my grip around the glass mug, slid it half an inch across the varnished wood, and let out a faint, weary breath. At least the stool has a backrest.