The drink




Connor motioned towards the door. “Mike, you look like you can use a drink,” he said.

“Uh huh,” said Mike. His eyes focused on the raptor.
“But first,” Conner waved his hand in front of Mike. “Lets, clean you up.”
“Oh, sorry.”
“No worries. Come on, there’s a thirty year old bourbon with your name on it.”
Mike followed Connor through the door. “Hey man, did you redecorate since yesterday?”
Connor grinned, “Nope.”
A voice came from behind Mike, “You picked the wrong house.”
Mike spun around. His brows furrowed,”Three years, I’ve waited for this moment.”

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