Bartender | Repack

For a full minute, nothing happened. Then Sully’s shoulders dropped two inches. His jaw unclenched. He looked up at Leo, and for the first time, his eyes weren’t hollow. They were tired, yes. But they were there.

Leo nodded.

Leo slid a fresh, empty rocks glass in front of Sully. Not a drink. An anchor. bartender repack

“It’s not undone,” Sully said. “But it’s… repacked. Neater. I can carry it.” For a full minute, nothing happened

It was going to be one of those weeks. But that was fine. The Last Pour didn’t run out of whiskey. And it never, ever ran out of repacks. For a full minute

He set the glass before Sully. No ice. No fizz. No flourish.

Sully blinked. “I’ve got nothing left to trust with.”