“ Not a FAN of magicians then, huh? Maybe you ain’t seen a good one. “
Whisky eased his tongue, swelling the confidence that didn’t need the encouragement. He needn’t guess as to who he might have in mind where a good magician was concerned. Another shot glass was filled to the brim, and pinched between thick fingers, readily held at his lips to be tipped back and spilled upon his awaiting tongue. “ So y’wanna see a magic trick? “