Mouri Kogoro being the alcoholic he is, stumbled across a nice bar he had never been to before: Black Widow.
Unaware that he was entering one of the most famous meeting places of the Black Organization, he opened the door in hope of a good night.
He got up to the bar and ordered a shot of vodka.
"I'm deeply sorry sir, *he* is out of town at the moment." the bartender said with a hint of fear in his voice. He had never seen this man there before and couldn't imagine what business he has with Vodka.
"You are out of vodka? Bars these days are so... Then recommend me something you have"
"How about some vermouth?"
"Ugh, i can not stand it. Too expensive and the taste is never what i imagine it to be like. Try something else."
In reality, the bartender felt the same way about her. Expensive tastes, always in disguise, you really can never know what you get yourself into.
"Bourbon?"
"Ah, i couldn't look at that right now. Not anymore. You know how that goes: being young and wild, having too much fun one night then you can't even look at it ever again."
The man behind the bar was staring in shock. He didnt talk to him that much, but the Bourbon he met didn't look like the type to have *fun* with the man sitting in front of him.
The night passes. Kogoro is talking about his experiences with different types of drinks with the bartender. The man behind the bar on the other hand is collecting gossip about every single member of the organization.
The morning comes and Mouri Kogoro walks out of the bar. He ended up not drinking anything but he sure did leave a book of stories for the bartender to share.













