This snippet from the upcoming chapter of Hat Trick is dedicated to @ravencromwell, who not only helped me figure out Tizzy’s liquor preferences, but also helped me make this scene so much worse.
Theseus looked ragged. He sounded ragged, too, and Graves found himself trying to remember when the last time he’d see Theseus drink straight liquor was. The mezcal, honestly, was nearly more of a party trick than anything else-- something interesting to use in a margarita or a paloma, or he’d sometimes tell the story of finding the dive bar in the tiny Mexican beach town and drinking mezcal with orange slices and worm salt and the look on Abel’s face when the man had realized the worm component was literal. Shit. Abel.
“Got a glass for me?” he said instead and sat down at the table.
