James, Flynn and Open
He tipped the glass. "Patron silver, mezcal, maple syrup, lime juice, and something orange." He picked the leafy garnish out and flicked it towards the fire pit. James eyed his companion and considered whether to bring up their trip to the morgue. Might be a little early in the conversation for that, he decided. "Sorry about the gnomes. Still haven't figured out who sent the book." He consumed about a third of his drink and added, "It's locked up pretty tight but I'm not crazy about it sitting in the shop. I'm thinking about buying a couple bags of Quikrete and pretending I need a new mailbox post."