Vallewida sat on the bar stool, his chin resting on the bar as he stared through his clear glass, watching the liquid within, the way the air bubbles moved between the ice cubes.
“You want another one?” Ellis asked.
“No thank you, I haven’t finished this yet,” Vallewida smiled, sitting up. “You have another though.”
Ellis chuckled. “Yeah, think I will
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