"Zee..." Sam sighed and placed his hand on the glass, using his index finger to fiddle with the lip.
"Hah!" Zishawn laughed, "You're Zishawn too?"
"No, you dumbass!" Sam laughed, shaking his head as he covered his eyes with his hand. The young man exclaimed before turning to Ivan and extending his hand, "I'm Samael, but you can just call me Sam."
"Okay, Sam." The man nodded, extending his robotic arm forward. He tested to see if the young man would hold any prejudice and not take his hand but smiled when Sam took his hand and shook it firmly.
"Do you want help?" Sam asked, his smile disappearing before he turned back to the bar and held the glass of whiskey with both hands, staring at it intently.
"With what?" Zishawn asked despite immediately knowing what the young man was asking. He clicked his tongue, nodding as he faced his glass as well.
