She nodded, propping her elbows on the counter. "Yeah, I know how it is. What brings you back?"
"Nostalgia."
She laughed. "Nostalgia? For the grit and grime of Chicago? Most people who get lucky enough to leave don't bother coming back."
"What can I say? I'm a sucker for trouble. Figured I'd see how things have been since I left."
"And?"
"Not much has changed."
"Yeah, I figured. Nothing ever changes in Chi-town."
"I guess not."
She glanced at his empty glass. "Looks like you're empty. Ready for a reload?"
"Hit me."
"What's your poison?"
A smile touched his lips. "Bulleit Neat."
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Bang