As soon as Thomas Shannon entered the bar, he heard a reproachful voice, "It seems like your mood is unusually terrible."
The bartender saw Thomas Shannon and respectfully bowed in greeting, "Greetings, President."
Edward Benson turned his head and looked at his good friend. He chuckled lightly. "Thomas, you're here. Come, join me for a drink or two."
Thomas Shannon sat down beside him and snapped his fingers. The bartender immediately poured him a glass of Whiskey.
Edward Benson raised his glass. Thomas Shannon clinked it lightly with his and took a shallow sip. "Still haven't found her?"
Edward Benson let the potent Whiskey pour down his throat. The burning sensation traveled down his esophagus and settled in his stomach.
A fiery heat stimulated his nerves and senses.
