Claude wasn’t a alcoholic, but he did frequently attend one of the towns bars, usually the one closer to home, on a Friday night after the days work was done. A drink or two always made going home and handing over his wages just that little bit easier. Perhaps he should think about saving like Simon had been... not in the same manner, but the thought of getting away from the little town and the responsibilities of his family had been growing in his mind for the past couple of years. Not that he could ever leave his siblings like that.

So instead he hid himself towards the back of the bar and slowly slipped on a beer, letting the minutes tick by.