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Leo scanned the room—a widow sipping wine in the corner, a college kid with a calculator watch nursing a ginger ale, a tired nurse laughing too loud. All of them had paid different prices for the same drink.

He drank the bourbon. It did taste like a fireplace—warm, a little smoky, holding back the cold. Then he told her. About the job he lost three months ago. About the daughter he hadn't called because he was too ashamed. About the motel he couldn't afford tonight. bartender prices

Nobody ever argued.

"How much?" he asked.

Elara listened. She didn't nod sympathetically or offer advice. She just held the space. Leo scanned the room—a widow sipping wine in