"Alas," Aimery offered as consolation to Don's not-smile, then moved back out into the hallway as the other man made for the door. He took that as a sign they were indeed going out for ice cream and booze, and headed towards the elevator as well. "So, what's in an old-fashioned? If it's whiskey I might try one, too."

It wouldn't be a long walk to the bar, just south across the river. That time of day it was fairly quiet, looking more like the diner it hid than the occasionally rowdy place it would be once the sun set properly. There was a television over one end of the bar, showing highlights of some sport with a ball and padded suits that Aimery didn't care enough to pay attention to.