Pour some Hendricks...

[Knuckle]

He slid open the desk drawer next to his computer desk, the rattling inside the result of a large, polished black bottle. He reverently lifted the vessel, running his hand once over the label, revealing the name Hendrick's. The clear spirit poured like a cool spring, its bubbling music the cracking of the ice as it splashed into the short glass, gaily mixing with the tonic resting beneath the ice. As the spirit made itself comfortable in the highball glass, the handsome figure put on one of his favorite soundtracks(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9o-7rPnZhXo). The soothing sounds were like medicine to ones soul, with a profound look of nostalgia of days gone by and games been played, he stared off into space, grasping the glass.

With a nod of resignation, he reflected on his current life as he sipped the fine liquor. The initial taste that greets the tongue is one of a mellow spirit hiding its dapper nature. 45% alcohol by volume, this gin is no slouch. It's fiery reputation as a hair on the chest kind of drink is not misplaced, but the queer distilling methods used to produce this top shelf alcohol quells the 'evergreen' that wrinkles a nose in disgust. With just a splash of tonic gracing its flavor, it invites one to explore it's mysterious flavor and intoxicating effects. The aftertaste is almost as fresh as the first day of spring, leaving one feeling satisfied, but never full.

As the soundtrack continued its haunting and inspiring melodies, the troubled but dashing figure continued to enjoy his drink, reflecting on past loves, losses, triumphs, and mostly regrets. As the glass emptied, he stared into the bottom, a pool of liquid reflecting his gaze back at himself, reflecting the emptiness in his soul.

With a shrug he reached back for the bottle to fill the hole..