Each drink needed a justification. If he couldn't think up a good reason, then Tom knew he was done for the night.
He was working on something for his next glass when the teenager from across the street came banging at the door. Her younger sister had nearly cut her finger off. Her dad was out of town.
Tom knew their mother couldn't be any help. She was in a wheelchair.
It looked like he'd have to drive that kid to the emergency room.
Well, there was a good reason. One for the road.
