I turn to look at the entrance and Fanuel is walking towards me. His face is calm and composed but the twitch in his jaw tells me that he is angry.

Not just angry, furious.

As a last minute thought, I grab the shot glass that the stranger left on the table and down the scathing liquid in a single gulp. I cough and sputter and my head reels.

Fanuel tugs my hand and pulls me from the chair then curses when I stagger. He wraps an arm around my waist and all I can think about is the fact that he is killing my fun.

He produces some cash...