for support.
"No, I'm not being smart, I'm just pointing out the obvious, it doesn't take a genius to do that."
His voice had taken on the tone of an older sibling mocking the younger.
"Don't you talk to me like that," the idignant mother in her was coming out.
"Don't you talk to me like that," he mocked in return, already knocking back his third drink.
The child had abandoned his toy train and began trying to follow the cat around the living room, cooing and giggling every time she stayed still and he was able to flop down on her, only for her to wriggle out so they could do it again.
"Stop being such a coward and face this situation!" She tried to move the bottle away from him.
"Don't you dare touch that bottle," he said, stone faced.
She grabbed it and tried to rip it from his hands, instead sending it flying against the wall to shatter with a loud pop. The noise frightened the cat who sprinted out from underneath the child and out the front door. The child pursued in order to continue their game.
The man looked at the whiskey that was all