Aria had been tempted to ask the barman at O’briens for a large in Anthony, but thought better of it. The problem with double sword when you drank them just as fast as single. They had that little extra kick, but if you really felt like knocking back of you, then one double got you in the mood and before you knew it would be 3 doubles down the line and anything could happen after that. Sensibly, she ordered a single, and then took as conservative a drink as she could manage.
She turned over all the information Hawkins had given her last night and reflected on her conversation with Maguire. He was hooked story, but proving it was another matter. Getting it past posts lawyers were sure to be even more tricky. She needed some breaks now.
“Here’s your fancy man now.” The silver haired barman
