He looked closely trying to figure out her eye color as she danced playfully alone in the middle of the living room. Her friends were by now either gone or in other rooms minding their own business. With a lot of struggle he reached out for his glass on the table.  The whiskey now mixed with melted ice tasted bitter but he was too drunk to get a fresh glass. His back pain was not there anymore but he wondered how bad the pain would be once he wakes up in the morning.  He knew exactly what he had to say. He knew exactly what he needed to do. If was funny how he had daydreamed about the exact same scenario, just few hours earlier, on his way to the hotel. domain mentions . As he enjoyed the irony, he remembered that his car is still with the hotel valet miles away from where he currently was. Trying to think clearly, he wondered how the hell he even got here! But that didn’t matter anymore cause by now, she was almost dancing on his lap. She turned her head, directly looking into his eyes. God only if he could figure out the color of her eyes. She took a puff of her cigarette, paused, and blew the smoke into his face. Only if she knew how much he hated that. He pushed her off and stormed out of the room into the balcony. The change in the temperature made him feel sick. He had drink way past his limit. He held the fences tight just trying to avoid throwing up.  He looked into the swimming pool perhaps 10 to 14 floors exactly below where he was standing.  The temptation of jumping was taking over every molecule of his body.
“What just happened?” she immaculately asked with just her head out of the balcony door.
But he had already left this planet by now drunkenly thinking “would we really die when we die?”