Chapter 4
They had broken into the middle of a discussion.
“—Bonham would never drink before a show—”
Brick slid into the booth’s far edge after fetching up a chair for Eleanor. The man nearest him coughed pointedly and reached into a clutter of bottles on the table’s center. “Well it’s a shame he couldn’t spread it out. Might’ve saved his life.”
“I dunno, I just...” The man on the opposite edge of the booth adjusted his smoked glasses up the bridge of his nose. He noticed Eleanor and said, “My name’s Proinsias” curtly. Then he returned his attention to the other. “I just couldn’t impair myself that way before a gig.”
“You couldn’t,” Sly agreed, sliding in.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Proinsias said. But Sly was already finishing his White Russian.
“I like the service,” the one
