Elara poured it without flourish—amber, honest, no top-shelf nonsense. She set it down.
He walked out into the cold, nine dollars richer and a hundred pounds lighter. bartender prices
Leo, a traveler with a threadbare coat and a pocketful of anxiety, slid onto the last empty stool. He had exactly eleven dollars to his name, and a twenty-mile drive ahead. He needed one drink to steady his nerves, but the cocktail menu’s smallest number was $14. Elara poured it without flourish—amber
When he finished, she poured him a second shot. Pushed it over. bartender prices