Jackson
I had lost two stupid cases in as many preceding days. I wasted time after I got home from work because a girl that works in my office, that I have had sex with, said in her emailed invitation to happy hour that it went until 7. So I changed into my finest lumberjack/hipster/skater attire, drank two medium-sized glasses of rye whiskey alone, and ambled down the sidewalk to the designated bar which is five blocks from my house.
Arrival at 7:15 and nobody was there with the exception of a young woman from my office who was still attired in her somewhat ill-fitting suit from doing her own trial that day. She informed me that the others had been there, but had left prior to 7pm, babies.