Re: the bar - 8:15 p.m. - Rafe
He beamed a bright smile down to her. He had lifted his own glass just in time, and only a single droplet of whiskey tracked down its side. He swept it up with the index finger of his free hand, sucking the liquor from his fingertip.
"Alice. It's good to see you again. I keep meaning to stop by in the mornings, but my hours have been a bit off lately. You're probably closed by the time I've been leaving the building..."