Alice stared at the message from Adam for a full five minutes before sighing, “I’m going to need more than just one drink.” “Did you say something, Hun?” Joseph asked. He was dithering behind the bar, doing little cleaning jobs that never got done when the place was packed. When he wandered over, cleaning a glass with a yellow cloth, it made Alice feel like she was staring in a film. There literally hadn’t been a bartending scene in history, ever, where the bartender wasn’t polishing a glass with a dirty cloth. She considered asking for a dirty martini with two olives on a cocktail stick but ultimately went with something more familiar.