He takes a seat at the bar

"Good evening Mr. Collins," the bartender said as Hunter sat down. "Pleased to see you tonight. I hope life is good."

"Life is excellent Darryl. And with you?"

"Any better it would be illegal. What can I start you off with?"

"A Oaxaca Old Fashioned."

"Of course. Be right up." Hunter nodded and gave a happy sigh as he looked around the bar, taking pleasure in the dark wood and the ranks of bottles displayed. The bartenders dressed like it was 1925, or at least in a tribute to the era, and Hunter loved the understated but no less convivial atmosphere of the place.

He was smiling as Darryl slid a coaster in front of him and placed his drink on it. Hunter smiled his thanks and took the first sip, savouring the blend of Mezcal, Tequila and bitters as he let it roll around on his tongue, then nodded his approval. Darryl smiled and walked away to attend another customer as Hunter felt a touch on his arm and turned to see Carlotta standing anxiously.

"I could only get twenty minutes. My pendejo manager is being a dick. But I had to see you Hunter. I had to do that." Her lovely face was crumpled with sadness and she kept her hand resting on his arm. Hunter could smell the delicious musk of her aroma as she wriggled slightly, her eyes glittering.