A smashing start to an early a.m. broken promise, with the high hangover taking court and any semblance of healthy feeling a distant memory.
The bar was quiet and in the shadow of a room designed to depend upon darkness filled with colourful artificial lighting.
The first step was coffee. Oh man, today was a bad one.
Walking through the tightly fit bartender's cove, Jake managed to pinball himself off one counter to another cooler until he finally came to an opening that only required him to turn right, walk three steps and enjoy the fresh pot of Java that, by any indication of the happy aroma, awaited with enthusiasm.
Cup poured, it was time to start the new day's open.
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