The slumber engulfing Blair after he’d consumed three-quarters of a liter of gin was by no means a restful one. As he slumped over, his head just missed the sofa and thankfully the edge of the coffee table as it dropped down to the floor. He tried pulling himself up and crawling around in an unending haze as if he were a blind man.
Giving up the fight to get on his feet, he rolled onto his back and rested easy. The sleep he finally settled into was marred by horrible visions from the past. Thoughts of Ingrid as a delectable dalliance led to thoughts of Cynthia, and from there his mind wandered to Vinnie Moorland.