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January 4th, 9 P.m. Eastern Standard time, he took another long drink, to leave the world behind. He wasn't usually one to partake Cosmopolitans but he needed something other than the usual shit.  First shots were straight up Vodka*(1), and normally he'd be fine with just the burn of that one drink if he was grumpy enough to drink something other than champagne, but tonight had been the straw that had broken the camel's back after a long string of things piling up mounting up to it. Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot, no not right now. Not anymore anyways. Or perhaps it never had been that. Why bother with a name that no longer held any