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"You're in a hurry to get to the bottom of that glass," Arthur nodded toward Leo’s double whiskey. "But once you’re there, you still have to deal with whatever made you thirsty."

Arthur watched the bubbles rise in his own drink. "The thing about speed," Arthur said, his voice like gravel over velvet, "is that it only helps if you're headed the right way." Leo blinked, startled. "Excuse me?" bar fly

One rainy Tuesday, a young man named Leo slumped onto the stool next to Arthur’s booth. Leo was vibrating with the kind of frantic energy that usually precedes a bad decision. He kept checking his phone, scowling at the screen, and signaling the bartender for "something strong, fast." "You're in a hurry to get to the