He took another sip from his glass of whiskey and let his gaze wander, and it was then he saw her. An beautiful angel seated on the bar, just about some distance from him, a young woman with sultry features - dark hair, bright eyes, and an air of confidence that could not be ignored.
She threw a glance in his way, caught his gaze, and held it while her lips curved into a slight smile.
He sat at the edge of a dimly lit bar, gulping his second glass of whiskey. The only thing that kept him attached to reality was the burning sensation of the amber liquid as it went down his throat, while chaos swirled in his head.
Everything fell on his shoulders, the company slipping away, Bianca leaving, James Donovan pulling strings - he just felt he was drowning, and the whiskey kept him afloat.
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