Barry watched as Alphonse downed his tenth glass of beer. He couldn't stand alcohol, and hated seeing people turn to it, family man he was.
"Hey... Barry..." Alphonse mumbled. "Look!" He gestured drunkenly to Steve.
Barry glanced over, watching his employee mop.
"What?!" Barry asked, annoyed at the alcoholic.
"He... He's got a flower sprout on his head!" Alphonse cried, before losing consciousness.
Barry shook his head at the figure, slumped over the countertop. What a ridiculous hallucination.