Chapter 10

Satan stood staring at me for a few more seconds, his face unreadable, then dropping his gaze, he turned and made his way over to the bar that ran almost the full length of the back wall of the room. Slipping behind the counter, he stood motionless for several seconds as he gazed almost absently at the fully stocked wall of alcohol in front of him.

Second passed, then he reached out and grabbed a bottle of JD and a glass from behind the counter. Afterward, making his way back around to the front, he splashed a healthy amount of whiskey into the bottom of the glass. Once he had set the bottle down on the surface of the bar he turned, his gaze once again settling on me.

With his back pressed against the scarred, rigid piece of wood of the bar counter, and his legs crossed at the ankles, he swirled the glass of alcohol in front of him. Moments of silence ticked by before he finally breathed, "Yeah, seeing the ghost of someone you love and lost, can sure fuck a person up!" Then, downin