Chapter 22

"Sit here." A robust and strong arm slung around her waist, pulling her onto the soft sofa. Two servers had swiftly passed through the dim colored lights and handed over the drink menu. As her eyes skimmed over the familiar drink names, Sam spoke before she could, "A bottle of Black Square." With a flick of his agile finger, he lit a cigarette with a lighter, took a puff, and then gestured towards the bar with his fingers clutching the cigarette. "I don't drink hard liquor." Lixing cupped her left ear's hearing aid loudly. The place was quite noisy, and she wasn’t accustomed to the sounds being funneled into her left ear exclusively. "Only hard liquor qualifies as a proper drink." Sam dismissively chuckled, snapped his fingers, and took the bottle from the server. He poured the liquor into a glass, the biting, rich scent immediately hitting her nostrils even before the pour was complete. As she expected, it was definitely a strong spirit. She hesitated. She preferred a glass of red win