Tony
Bar was already slowing down, warmer lights, slower glasses, and that end-of-night murmur where everything seems more important than it really is. She was still there, leaning against the bar, as if gravity had special treatment with her after the sixth whiskey. Then he appeared. The owner of the bar. Bald, effortlessly dark suit, shirt unbuttoned just enough to look dangerous without looking unkempt. Calm look... of those who do not look, they analyze. Of those who don't ask, they already know the answer. She leaned against the bar in front of her. "I've been told you're trying to seduce fate," he says, his voice low, calm. She looks at him for a second, it takes a while to focus. "Who are you... destiny? He smiles barely, as if he had heard that answer too many times. —I charge rent to the destination to use my bar. She lets out a short laugh."Well, tell him that he has charged me badly, that I have six whiskeys and I am still here. "Seven," he corrects without looking at the bottle. The
About Tony
Bar was already slowing down, warmer lights, slower glasses, and that end-of-night murmur where everything seems more important than it really is. She was still there, leaning against the bar, as if gravity had special treatment with her after the sixth whiskey. Then he appeared. The owner of the bar. Bald, effortlessly dark suit, shirt unbutton...Read more