How about a drink?

I was checking in when I turned around and saw Holden.
I went over to him and greeted him. At the beginig he didn't remember who I was, and I have to admit he took quite a while on recognizing me. I was consize and asked him about D.B. As you all know, he became a famous writer and producer back in Hollywood. He had a despondent,sad expression on his face. Not to mention he smelled like scotch and cigarrets. I'm not trying to make a conjecture, but he looked a little dizzy.

"Swell" he responded. I noticed he was tremulous while he talked. Well,D.B. Is fine I think. "We haven't talked in a long time" he added. I know he is an irascible kid so I stoped asking him. I also noticed that wehen I asked him about D.B. He was lackadisical. As I talked with Holden a man bumped into him. You could easily see that holden was not very about what just had happend. He rebuked the man and yelled at him to watch where he was going. Holden was trying to simulate soberiety but he failed. After a while Holden said he was tired and he left.

Poor kid, I thought. He has a rough life ahead of him if he keeps up like this. As I walked to my room a door was slammed, it was Holden. He came out holding his stomach (like if he got hurt). When I asked him what had happend. He just asked me if I would mind geting a drink with him. He told me he couldn't sleep and he entreated me for a drink. I said yes and we went back to the lobby.