Gemotions

"You're what?" David asked, his voice cracking. He felt a strange buzzing in his ears. He was at the local bar with Mark. Mark was saying something about accepting a new job, across the country. He couldn't quite follow the details, they seemed distant, muffled. The familiar scent of stale beer and peanuts suddenly felt suffocating.

He signaled the bartender for another drink, something strong. He took a long, desperate gulp, the burn sliding down his throat. He looked at Mark, trying to decipher the expression on his face, but everything felt blurry. He felt an intense need to say something, anything, but the words wouldn't come.

He looked away, staring at the swirling patterns on the bar.