What's that old saying? Out of all the bars in the world she had to walk into mine? Yeah, no. This is completely different.

“Hey bartender. Mix the strongest thing you got with the second strongest thing you got and serve it to me with the third strongest thing you got.”

The woman who fell into the seat with all the grace of a nun on roller blades was quite beautiful. There were the occasional crow’s feet, a wrinkle here or there. Under her black hair there were small glimmers of grey but not enough that the bartender wouldn’t want to look twice. No, she was a beautiful woman and if...