The bottle of scotch had been finished an hour ago. The empty bottle lying somewhere on the floor mixed with torn photos, one broken vase- a wedding gift from from his ex mother in law- that had been the victim of a shoe being thrown against the wall.

At the moment he had opened another bottle and was watching, once again, his wedding video. Not that he was really watching it. It played as background as he drank straight from his bottle and stared at the ceiling. It was a nice ceiling, good crown molding. Gray blue eyes trailed along the joint where ceiling met wall.

At some point in the night Erik had cleared out a good chuck of his liquor cabinet. The smiling face of his ex taunted him from the flat screen. She had spent ta year planning that wedding so that every thing was perfect. " It's our big day." She had looked beautiful that day. But she had looked beautiful everyday and wasn't that just great. So he took another long swig from his bottle and cursed the freeze framed woman. He wasn't a violent man by nature in fact he was generally a pacifistic man but the combination of anger and alcohol drove his fist into television screen.
" Fuck." The pain was instant and crawled up up his arm as tiny bits of glass embedded it's self in his hand.

The pain sobered him up. Not by much of course but enough that he was able to recognize the soft dinging as not the music that was still playing from the kitchen but he own security system warning that someone had entered the property.

Pulling his hand out of the screen Erik stared at the damaged. In his drunken haze he couldn't quite comprehend the extent of the damage. The sound of his alarm system was getting louder and soon it would actually alert the authorities Which would be a great way to top off a great day.

With his luck it was Veronica was back.