May 21, 2011
Where have I seen him before? Toby wondered. The man was flipping bottles of gin ten feet into the air, holstering them back into their respective places as seemlessly as Batman might use and retract a bungie cord to save a beautiful reporter from a fall into darkness. His eyes contained the same undiluted spark of personality as his younger brother's eyes, who always sat next to Toby in class because their last names both started with 'Hoo'. The apocalyptic red paint on the wall behind the bar took Toby back to teenage nights spent dreaming by the lava lamp.