[ WP ] A man walks in to a bar for his usual drink , but his life is forever changed the second he takes his first sip .

Five years... 
 
 Five, long, arduous, and tedious years. 
 
 No release, no calm, no anger. They've kept me from it all, kept me from the return of Hyde. 
 
 `` Club soda,'' I tell the barkeep, but there's no need to tell him now, he knows. 
 
 He slides the drink over to me with an uncharacteristic wink. 
 
 Five years, in the end they left me anyway, so what was the point of it all? 
 
 A jolt. A revitalizing breath of fresh air and sweet release hits my palate. A lovely bitterness creeps over my taste buds and the weight of responsibility is lifted off my shoulders. I can feel the last five years of obligation erase as I suck down the drink. 
 
 `` I'll take another club soda,'' I tell the man. He slides down another nail. 
 
 I drink. 
 
 And I drink. 
 
 And I drink... 
 
 Five years, gone. Five years wasted, away from my only comfort. Five years listening *them. * 
 
 I lift my glass and toast to my regained friendship and companion. 
 
 And I drink...
