Three Bottles

[EisenSeele]

"Right this way, Okyakusama," beckoned an overeager Bretonian waiter to a greyhaired man in a plain black suit, "One of your party of three is already seated. We can take your order once all are present."

The old man sat down, hanging his cane on the back of his seat. Once his eyes met with Caliban's, he nodded and reached into his suit - pulling out a large bottle of 804AS MacMillan.
"I hope you did not have to wait long. V made a mention of your prodigious capacity for good spirits - I hope some of my stock from before the Liberty-Rheinland war will go far in making a good first impression."

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