Ilya pointed at a chalkboard beside the bar that advertised the drink special that hadn’t changed in over two years. “I would like a Scott Hunter. Please.” Scott groaned. “Just bring him a beer, Kyle. He’s being an asshole.” “Have you had it?” Ilya asked Eric. “No.” “I want to try it. And bring one for Bennett.” Eric caught Kyle’s gaze and shook his head. “I don’t—” “I can make one without alcohol,” Kyle offered. Ilya looked delighted. “Yes! A virgin Scott Hunter.” “Jesus fucking Christ,” Scott grumbled.
