Lee knew he should have gone straight to his apartment, but was too keyed up to rest. He decided to go to Nedlindger’s Washington Pub for some scotch relaxation instead. As he signaled to Ned the bartender/owner for another round of Springbank he decided to nurse this one, its predecessor being consumed in a concise swallow. He lifted the amber liquid to his lips and noted the flash of red in the reflection of his shot glass signifying Ned’s vest. He must have had several of them that were exactly the same hanging in his closet. “Are you cutting me off?”
“No, Lee. You’re only on your second and clearly have resolved your drinking problem.” The two laughed wryly.