Whenever he needed to find Bernice, he checked The Blue Moon where it was docked. She was either in her quarters there, and if not... she hung around the surgeon’s office because she liked to steal his booze. Sure enough, when he pushed open the door to the tiny closet of an office, Bernice was there. She didn’t have to steal the doctor’s booze tonight though. Jacob set down the bottle of bourbon he’d carried in on the edge of the desk with a loud thud.
“I owed you,” he told her. They went back and forth like this, trading favors for booze. Good booze, not the bottom shelf shit some of the others collected in bulk. For which favor Jacob owed her, he wasn’t sure. He might have been a few favors behind. That’s why he got IW Walker bourbon--a special small batch. “You wouldn’t believe what that costs in Europe now. Had to get it from the States.”
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