> "Ah, I will confess a slip, an error in judgment perhaps. An Autumn
> Equinox will do quite nicely. Perhaps, later, I shall bring back some
> elixir for a tasting or two.”

An easy drink. 2 ounces of Port, 1 ounce of Grand Marnier, and 1 ounce of
amaretto, poured over ice into an Old Fashioned glass. It's an excellent
"the weather is getting a bit nippy" drink.

I went to scoop up the coins, yet most of them remained anchored to the table,
as if god's own hand was holding them down. Still, the single coin in my hand
would pay for a good few rounds.

> "I would be Jack, simply Jack for now. Are you the proprietor of this
> establishment?"

"No simple answer to that one. I was just the bartender and general manager
of the place. Zophiel, the true owner of The House, has been...gone...for
some time, not sure where. Until he returns, aye, I'm where the buck stops."

I winked, "I'm not a bad sort to work for, though."


W.