Red looked around his new red clad room, the beer seemed endless and free. Smiling in his new found stupor the man began to feel lonley looking at the count of all his drinks (17 before he could even get tipsy, flagons of it) he felt the boredom hit himself, something was missing, something cute, something sweet and something small. He missed the girl who he tagged along all the time, the one he had dubbed his 'daughter' as she gave him purpose in life. Now drinking heavier and darker brews. The remorse hit him harder as he felt his eyes begin to tear. The dream was all he wanted or so he told himself. Having aofie was truly all he wanted, everything else came second. The glass he drank from now crushed in his hand, red screamed loud as he let out his pain. Punching the walls, the man now noticed himself in a darker, browner tavern, his body on a table and his compainion's safely in a bed. She slept well and he tucked her in she was back in his possible grasp.