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“Whiskey on the rocks, please.” The man sagging against his counter reminded the barkeep of a depressed bear. Ice jingled as he pushed the glass across the bar. A nod of thanks.
He sipped his drink slowly, tapping on the glass along with the music.
“Have you been here long? I don’t think I ever noticed this place before.” The barkeep looked up.
“I opened about six months ago. Still getting settled in, I suppose.”
“Well, nice to have somewhere new to drown my sorrows,” he chuckled.
“I’m glad you like it,” the barkeep replied dryly. “Make yourself at home.”