Tabc On The Fly Answers Chapter 1 ✦

“I know,” Marco said calmly. “And you’ll still be fine in ten minutes. But I can’t serve you another whiskey until you’ve had some water and food. Bar policy.”

“On the house,” Marco said. “How about we slow down for ten minutes?”

I could just pour it, Marco thought. No one will notice.

As the rideshare pulled away, Marco’s manager slapped him on the back. “Good call. He looked rough coming in.”

“Rough week?” Marco asked, already reaching for the bottle.

It was 7:45 PM on a Friday. The bar was filling up fast. A man in a wrinkled blazer—let’s call him “Paul”—slid onto a stool and ordered a double whiskey, neat.

On the fly, Marco thought. Keep the line moving.