You force down the meal, and your nerves begin to sing with a dark energy. You see that the tough customers forcing themselves through their huge meal are in fact, brimming over with terror that they vainly seek to hide behind bravado and rage. But that is almost beneath your concern. To your horror, Corrie is twitching in her corner, waking to the threat of violence to her lair.
The solution is simplicity itself. Radiating confidence, you approach the table where the thugs are gulping down their double order. “Gentlemen, I think you’ve missed the opportunity to complement our specialty with the appropriate drink. Paired with our house spirits, you will find it much more to your taste. No charge, of course,” you say, as the leader glares up at you.
You retrieve the drink that Randall poured for you at the beginning of the evening and deftly pour it into three shot glasses. Placing them on a tray, you take it to them. They throw back the shots gratefully. Almost immediately, they calm down, their rage and fear replaced by the placid idiocy of benched football players. They stare at one another in thoughtless contentment.
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