#Chapter149

"Whiskey." I plop down on the bar chair, behind the bar. This place looks like a dump, a place where someone like me shouldn't be in because they'd get kidnapped or something, but I'm hoping none of these are actually stupid enough to attack me.

I set the phone on the bar and it starts ringing immediately, bold letters "COACH" appearing on the screen. Right, practice.

I shove the phone back into my pocket.

"I said whiskey." I repeat, looking up at the terrified young man behind the bar. Obviously, he's recognized me, why isn't my drink already in front of me? "Are you fucking deaf or something?"

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