I lost myself along the way. 

                           I went back to find me, but I couldn't remember my face.

Five beers. Five beers was the Lev's tipping point. One relaxed him, three made him jovial and five made him the life of the party. Yet number six, number six was the beer that took his resolve. After six, Lev wouldn't stop until the night took him. Until he felt the sweet silence of nothing. Number six was the beer that shifted the night from a relaxed atmosphere to the blackout drunkard.

Since Katia's move, Lev had kept his beers to four. After her return to Seattle, Lev drank. He drank until he couldn't hear his voice and had to yell across the bar. He drank until he swayed. Until his focal point lost was lost his blown out pupils.

Katia never said goodbye. She walked away, cellphone to her ear, climbed in a car and drove off with her boss until their taillights faded in the distance. For the second time she left without greeting Dave or Jane. Or him.

"Give me the brown bottle Lill," Lev yelled to the bartender that was so close she could see the puke in the corner of his mouth. Tina became concerned with his partying. She stopped accompanying him to the bars.

"Get out Lev." She said, wiping down a glass.

"Oh come on Lill, you've never ended the night before. Give us the brown bottle! We have much drinks to drink." He slurred.

"I've see you drunk but never pathetic. Cut your losses and get the fuck out of my bar." She snarled in disgust.

Lev yelled insults, spittle flying as he was dragged out by two bouncers. A fight ensued. Lev tried to throw a punch but lost his balance and fell over. Only to repeatedly fall back each time he tried to regain his balance. He gave up, unable to feel the pain and laid on his back. The stars that spun above him disappeared into a engulfing darkness of silence.

The sweet blissful void that swallowed his pain.

His brothers were called to pick him up. Dave try to yell him awake. Markus threw water in his face. Sam lacked the diplomacy of his brothers and slapped him. The action more for a release of Sam's frustrations than to rouse his idiotic brother. Nothing would wake up from his stupor. It took all three to load his deadweight in the car.

Once home, they left him in the backseat on his side a bucket in the footwell under his face.

"I'm not doing this anymore Dave. It's the same shit every weekend. I can't keep leaving my family because he's passed out. I'm tired of this." Sam said glaring at his passed out brother.

"I know, but I can't carry him alone. His our brother, who else is going to do it." Dave asked.

"Here's a thought, why don't we just leave him to sober up outside the bar? Why do we have to make it easy for him to blackout and wake up at home?" Sam stated.

"He's grieving." Dave replied.

"Annabelle died years ago. He spent two years grieving for her and he move on. Are you seriously telling me he's reverting back? Come Dave, don't give me that rubbish." Markus said back.

"He's not grieving for Anna. He's grieving for Katia."