[font=Cambria]Wexler who had always loved the dark corners of any bar, creeped out from the shadows which had shrouded his appearance when he noticed that Alesky had made a quiet entrance. And just as quietly Wexler decided to slalom pass the empty tables to finally sink his whole body down on the chair opposite to the man.
Still not uttering a word. He turned his head towards the bartender and nodded, signalling Simon to come. He didn't even manage to open his mouth before Wexler requested two glasses of whiskey along with the bottle that came with them.
[color=#FF5555]"I don't care what you like you are drinking whiskey with me now." He said jokingly to Alesky.
People rarely saw Wexler's humorous side, but Alesky, someone who had recently become a friend of his saw it far too often.