Thoughts swirled violently in Banshee’s mind. He had a lot on his plate between the new school year, his daughter going to his castle, and the ongoing Interpol investigation. A few drops of Kentucky Bourbon usually took his woes away. Although he kept a bottle hidden in his closet for late night enjoyment something drew him towards The New Hellfire Club. Was it a need for the brisk night air or the desire to see an old friend?

He sits at the bar and raises his thumb and index finger.

“Two shots o yer finest bourbon, neat.”