I finished my drink and motioned the bartender for another one. He slid a fresh glass of whisky across the counter as someone settled on the stool next to mine. “Save it,” I said without turning my head. “This is quite sad.” Kai ignored my preemptive dismissal, his tone mild. “Have you considered other methods of coping besides drinking by yourself at”—he checked his watch—“three in the afternoon?” “I’m not in the mood for your judgment, and I’m not the only one sitting at the bar at three in the afternoon.”
