#Chapter 503: There Is Another

Nathan The air of the small, underground bar that Dan and I stepped into was thick with the scent of whiskey and cigar smoke. I paused for a moment in the doorway, taking in the sights and sounds around me: the businessmen in crisp suits leaning around wooden tables, the busty blonde bartender who was fixing her high ponytail in the mirror, the jazz music playing from a band in the corner. “Weren’t expecting me to take you to a place like this, eh, youngling?” Dan asked, shooting me that signature smirk of his as we walked over to the bar and found two seats. I shrugged. “I’m learning to not make assumptions.” “That’s my boy.” Dan clapped me hard on the shoulder as we sat. The blonde bartender sauntered over to us and leaned one slender palm on the bar, chewing a piece of pink bubblegum as she regarded us through her long eyelashes. “What’ll it be, gentlemen?” she asked, her voice nearly lost amongst the din. “Two glasses of scotch. Neat,” Dan instructed before I c