Robert listened to Lucius, glancing at his empty glass as the other man made his point clear. He gestured towards Neil, asking for a refill.  ❝   Damn straight. ❞ Robert said as he finally focused his squinted gaze on the yoga instructor.  ❝  Don’t get why anyone would wanna put coke in their drink though.  ❞  Neil places a new glass filled with GLISTENING WHISKEY upon the counter. He picked it up and held it in front of Lucius as if it were a rare and precious treasure.  ❝ All these people mixing their alcohol with sweet shit, trying to fool their bodies into thinking it’s NOT gonna fuck your liver up and make you act like an idiot for the rest of the night until you puke your guts out near some alley dumpster…   ❞  He shook his head before downing the whiskey in one long sip. Robert slammed the glass against the counter making the remaining ice cubes nearly fly out. It burned his throat. The ache spread all the way down to his lungs. But Robert simply clenched his jaw.  
❝  Don’t half-ass it. If you’re gonna drink, DRINK.  ❞