Leo stared at the phone in his pocket. Then at the shot. Then at her.
"The first shot was one story," she said. "The second was the phone call. The third..." bartender prices
The bartender, a woman named Elara with silver threading her dark braid, set a small cardboard square in front of him. "New here?" Leo stared at the phone in his pocket
Leo scanned the room—a widow sipping wine in the corner, a college kid with a calculator watch nursing a ginger ale, a tired nurse laughing too loud. All of them had paid different prices for the same drink. bartender prices