That's a hell of a lot of alcohol. 0.0 I fear for his liver slash blood/alcohol ratio.
No coffee break needed. My best friend once wrote a ten thousand word chapter; four of them, actually, and had enough left over for a sequel. This? Pah. Like reading Mrs. Piggle Wiggle after War and Peace. Which isn't to say that it's unintelligent, because it's not. It's the length difference. My analogies suck.
Anywho. Something wicked this way comes, I can feel it. I'm just not sure what it is yet. I expect one hell of an ending out of you, though. No pressure. xD
-Allie