“I guess we should share a drink before we have to share a fight?” Abel offered in the confines of the ninth floor, twisting the glass lid of the fancy decanter the most expensive whiskey sat in— meant for mentors, which is what he had been all these years, so who was to tell him to stop?
“Do you like a chaser, or is straight good for you too?” He asked, pouring himself a full glass while he waited for an answer.
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