He had drink number three in front of him, this was the tipping point, between getting home today and being able to participate in the family get together tomorrow, or stumbling around at 4am, with remnants of kebab all over his clothes, wondering if he was going to make it home.
It would take him less than five minutes to finish off the pint and then it was decision time.
The time ticked by, another drink or home. Home, or another drink. He thought about the family get together again, and realised the right thing to do.
Same again please.