Manhattan Bar and Lounge

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"Just another drink for the lady," asked Willis, gesturing towards the table where Amanda was sitting. The bartender pulled out a bottle of Bretonian whisky and filled a glass, then handed it to Willis.
"There you go sir," stated the bartender, again with his dry customer service smile. Willis turned around to see the Navy pilot introduce himself to Amanda.

"Ian ..." the rest of his name was muffled by a new patron ordering his drink. Willis stood at the bar facing Amanda's table. Well, I suppose I'd better say hello to our guest, he thought to himself. For somebody who would rather spend his afternoon balancing a turbine impellor, the thought of having to be sociable was enough to make this engineer start to sweat.

Willis looked again at the freshly poured glass in his left hand, and compared it to his own half empty one in his right. If there was much difference between Libertonian and Bretonian whisky, it certainly wasn't in the appearence or smell. Willis walked back over to the table and handed Amanda her drink.

"There you go," said Willis, with the smirk on his face he diddn't try to hide.