Chapter 35

• "Want me to keep 'em coming?"
• Damien downed another shot, hissing through his teeth when the hot liquid burned his throat. When he slammed the glass back on the table, he faced the bartender and nodded, "More, please give me more."
• "Alrighty then.” The bartender said, expertly mixing up another batch and sliding six more rounds of strong flavored scotch whiskey towards Damien on the table. He picked them up gladly, downing them one after the other as his mind raced.