Perspiration

A few drops — enough to coat the bottom of a lowball glass — was what he needed before crawling into bed and sleeping through the morning. With a few hours of shut-eye, he would hopefully be refreshed before the charity event scheduled for that afternoon. Disgraced by nasty rumors about his extracurricular activities as of late, he needed this chance to rehabilitate his image in the public eye. But that was for him to worry about later; for now, it was just him and his Macallan.