Victor walked to the back of the bar and Dante followed right after, feeling nervousness slowly tighten its grip on both his heart and mind. He was still bothered by what the fixer said before they entered, and the atmosphere inside the shop only made things worse.
"Would you like anything to drink, young man?" The old bartender asked, having noticed the distress he was in.
"You should take him on that offer," Victor said in an amused voice. "Thomas knows his drinks. There is nothing he can't mix."
Thinking for a moment, Dante did his best to smile.
"Maybe another time."
Knowing one's alcohol was an important skill Dante planned on acquiring at some point, even with his lack of interest in drinking. Right now, however, he needed to focus, although the idea of torturing Vic by ordering his favorite drink sounded too appealing.
