The Blue Lion

[jammi]

James Sullivan was still on shift, pushing some dirt around the bar top with a grimy rag. He clocked the ExSec insignia stitched onto the seated woman's shoulder badge.

"Off-duty, or waiting on hold-over?" he queried with a crooked grin. Sullivan's dental work was infamous. He could eat an apple through a tennis racket. "Good to have you lads and lasses looking out for us either way." With a nod he reached under the counter and poured out another measure of whisky from a different bottle.

"I won't say it's the good stuff, but it's better than what you've got there." He pushed the second glass across the counter.