Parker sits at the bar on a dark stool that wobbles a little bit when he leans back. Not very many people are in the bar and Parker is glad because he doesn't have to talk. He's drunk and he knows he will make a fool of himself if he speaks.

He looks down at the wet glass rings on the bar. He lifts his drink up to look at the ring underneath it. It seems funny suddenly, looking at the glistening white ring, but he doesn't know why. 

He lifts his glass higher. It interests him and he turns it to look at the reflection of his fingers. His hand drops and the glass falls and it shatters.

Parker doesn't hear anything as he turns on the dark stool. No one is looking at him and he is glad. He uses his sleeve to wipe out the white rings on the bar.