Once Alistair was done giggling over their jokes, he scrolled through the web page he had up on his phone. âThereâs another bar not far from here, though it looks kind of seedier than the Hanged Man. But less seedy than others, so that may be our best choice.â
Alistair pulled up directions on how to get there. âHmm. I could call a cab to come get us, but I think we can walk. Itâs only a few blocks from here.â He backed out of his browser and clicked his phone lock, stuffing it in to his pocket.
The walk to the bar seemed to take no time at all. Most of Alistairâs attention being on turning at the right intersections, so there was little talk from him. âAnd this should be the place!â he said once he stopped in front of a door, a neon âOPENâ sign flashing in the window next to it. He grabbed the handle, turned it, and pushed his way inside.
The bar was dark, with a lot of cigarette smoke hanging in the air. It looked like most any bar, packed at this time of night, only that a couple people sat at a table sharpening and shining what looked like large hunting knives. âWell, this looks cozy enough. You find us a seat, Iâll find us liquor.â
Alistair moved off to the bar, returning to Cailan and the table that he had found with two shot glasses and a whole bottle of fire whiskey. He set both glasses down in front of himself, sat down, filled each glass full, and slid one over to Cailan. âBottoms up!â Alistair downed the shot, feeling the heat and cinnamon burn down his throat in in to his belly.
âSo, I think we should play a game. Have You Ever, maybe. Have you ever played that game? Know any other drinking games?â He was probably playing with fire with a game like that, but he figured it might be the best way to get to know some things about his brother without things getting a touch awkward, and hopefully he kept his wits enough not to travel down the âhave you ever had a brother?â road.
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