Oliver Branch did not look happy. Then again, Lumen had just decided to turn his entire stock into a seemingly never-ending supply of 'pink shake-shake'.

And whilst my little terror was happy, his legs swinging as he sat on the sticky surface, messily chugging back a pint glass of the pink stuff, the barman glared at my boy, ignoring the way that I glowered at him in return.

"I only just had a shipment in," Oliver grumbled angrily, wise enough to keep from directly scolding Lumen, but dumb enough to think that whining would get him anywhere but on my nerves. His shrewd gaze flicked over to where the bottles...