He puts the bottle to his lips without paying me any attention and finishes it with the grace of a heavy drinker who knows how to down his alcohol before heaving it out. 
He smashes the empty bottle on the floor. I take a step back.
“Sir! Please!” 
I try to hide my fear this time. My paycheck is beginning to seem less worrisome compared to the man’s erratic behavior. 
He looks at me menacingly. His eyes are half lidded, but he is nowhere near passing out from the way he walks towards me with sheer intensity.