"Want me to keep 'em coming?"
Damien downed another shot, hissing through his teeth when the hot liquid burned his throat. When he slammed the glass back on the table, he faced the bartender and nodded, "More, please give me more."
"Alrighty then.” The bartender said, expertly mixing up another batch and sliding six more rounds of strong flavored scotch whiskey towards Damien on the table. He picked them up gladly, downing them one after the other as his mind raced.
He had been seated at this bar for almost an hour, and all he had done was drink and drink. He drank because he was tired, because he was confused, and because something bothered him.
Yes, the conversation he and Alvarez had had, just couldn’t get out of his head at all. He couldn't seem to stop thinking about it, as more
