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Oh… my fuck

I wheel h the airport and over to the bar and take a seat, the waiter smiles as he wipes down the bar "Hello"

"Hi"

"What can I get you?"

"A Manhattan, please" I smile

"A what?"

I frown at his reply "Um… a Manhattan?"

"Nope, don’t knohat that is"

"Oh" I pause as I think of another drink "A cosmopolitan, please"

He screws up his face

"As in cocktail?" I wince "Maybe a Classic Old Fashioned?"

"Nope"

Oh hell, where the fuck am I?

He scratches his whiskers as if thinking "I can do a fancy Margarita"

"Yes, that," I snap way too fast "Fancy Margarita would be great"

He gets tomy drink and I take my phone out and text Clancy

What's happening?

No answer

Great, I put my phone down on the bar and stare at the back of the bartender

I can't wait for this fucking drink My phone vibrates on the bar and I pick it up, it's Clancy "Hi"

"Don’t freak out"

I frown, that doesn’t sound good

"So apparently there isn’t a transfer company open, the one company there who does transfers for that distance is closed for refurbishment for a month"

"What?" I pinch the bridge of my nose

"Don’t worry, I'ht now I'll find soe"

"Okay, good idea"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm at the bar"

"Well, don’t drink too ht"

I roll my eyes

"I'll be back soon"

"Speak then" I hang up just as the bartender puts the drink in front of me, only it's not a drink, it’s a concoction And when I say concoction, Ithat reselass

"What is this?" I frown

"A fancy Margarita"

"It's red"

He smiles broadly "That’s the fancy bit"

I narrowat the top "Are these grapes?"

"Aha," he smiles proudly "Super fancy, just for you"

"Ha-ha, great" I lie

Kill me now