For a full minute, nothing happened. Then Sully’s shoulders dropped two inches. His jaw unclenched. He looked up at Leo, and for the first time, his eyes weren’t hollow. They were tired, yes. But they were there.
Sully stared at it. “That’s… water with weeds in it.” bartender repack
Leo watched him from the corner. Sully wasn’t a problem. He was a wound. And wounds didn’t need a bouncer. They needed a repack. For a full minute, nothing happened
He set the glass before Sully. No ice. No fizz. No flourish. For a full minute