XANDER
The taste of the whiskey was bitter and the alcohol in it gave a warm and tingling sensation on my tongue. As I sipped the whiskey, the anger seemed to leave my body. Peace enveloped me as I sipped, causing me to focus on the present moment.
I heard the sound of the heavy wooden door opening, the hinges creaking as the door slowly swung open. My ears perked up, and I turned to see who had entered the bar.
Lance walked in, his eyes blinking rapidly as they adjusted to the dim light of the bar. I watched him survey the room, his gaze finally coming to rest on me. He approached the bar stool and sat down opposite me as his chair scraped against the wooden floor.
"Rough day?" he asked.
I glanced up, ensuring that my expression was cold, just as the way I felt to his question.
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