Damien
In a cocktail shaker, I combined whiskey, lime juice, egg, and sugar. After shaking it dryly for a bit, I added ice and began shaking again. But I halted and winced as discomfort settled through my right arm and shoulder.
“Are you okay?” The bartender, Kevin Cooren concerned, delaying his chore. Well, not just the bartender, he was the owner as well. Abandoning his medical associated family and his interest in business had led him to open this bar. He could have been a doctor, but he chose to chase his dream. And yeah, he was quite good at this.
I nodded in response and shook the shaker again.
“Did you get into a fight?” Kevin asked.
I shook my head. “It's just nothing.” I replied just to muffle his curious head. The reason had an explanation. But I must not utter a word abo
