After he had locked and deadlocked his front door, Kazard padded over to the kitchen. He bent over to rummage through the refrigerator.
A great way to display my messy backside, Kazard thought to himself as he retrieved a bottle of liquor and container of apple juice.
Grimacing at the infantile choice of juiced fruit he poured himself a drink, gulped it down, and then poured himself another.
He considered briefly whether to call in sick for work tomorrow, and spend the rest of the evening drinking his sorrows away. He shook his head, No… this isn’t a valid way of dealing with this. Arya might be blackmailing me, but if this gets too out of hand I could call the police… But then my life will get turned upside down and I’ll still probably end up losing my job… I think I’m just going to have to wait this out…