“Whiskey on ice. Large as they’ll pour me.” Jim didn’t feel comfortable with any kind of grand gestures or thanks, but he wasn’t going to say no to the drink. “I’ll grab a table for both of us. It’s been awhile since we hung out.” Following the words, he picked a table in the corner and sat down gingerly to try and avoid pressing his back against the fabric.
Lottie nodded at the request, a soft laugh at the realisation they hadn’t hung out for a while. It only took a few minutes and she was heading over with the two drinks and put his in front of him before she took a sip of hers, her eyes closing with a slight shudder at the burn of the alcohol. “So how’s the pain? Hero work can be so tricky,” she added with a smile.
Lottie's wild adventure 