Ragged

He took another drink of whatever it was in the red cup. At this point it's no longer a party, it's the last man standing. The contents in said cup just burned, at least it use to... Conversations rolled and folded and swirled into the same minutia that when  he was sober would have been considered a waste of time. But tonight feels as though there's a precipice on which to stand, over looking every other night like this one. "Its beautiful" he muttered into his cup before he took another gulp. "Whats that?" his friend of 5 years asked. "Nothing, just a feeling." He paused and looked at the clock. Tomorrows coming too fast he thought and then he realized he was waiting for a guest who was never coming...