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Torne looked to his left at the likewise pathetic drunk.
“How you doin’?” he asked him.
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“You could be more. Just have to get your head straight. You learn.”
“Can I get a drink here, pal? Scotch on the rocks.”
The bartender fixed the drink and stepped back over to Torne.
“What say I end up in Heaven?”
“Wouldn’t happen. Especially not if I killed you. You haven’t a guardian. God has no list for you. You kiddin’ me? No one within this surrounding city has one.”
“Purgatory?”
“Not if I kill you.”
“And so how come someone hasn’t stopped you?”
“Haven’t killed anyone important. What’s a few hundred more in Hell?”
“So when would you kill us all? Why are you havin’ a drink?”
“Just takin’ a moment to observe.”
Torne raised his glass to the man. The bartender had seen the salute all his life. Torne drained the glass and held it above his head. Droplets fell – one, two – The bartender’s eyes focused on the last drop that slowly rolled its way toward the lip of the glass. Sweat ran down his face in a torrent. He spun around, grabbed a glass and the bottle of gin and held it out, still pouring.
Torne’s eyes sank.
“A bartender.”