Lucas Walker raised his own glass, clinking it against hers.
"Mr. Count!" The doctor cautiously approached, "You... you're injured..."
Halfway through his words, Lucas Walker had already turned to face him, meeting his thinly veiled angry gaze. The doctor promptly shut up and backed off voluntarily.
Lucas Walker turned back to face Ivana Bennett, raising his glass to her, "Cheers."
Ivana gave a noncommittal smile, lifted her glass, and downed the liquor in one gulp, then put the glass back on the table.
"Another."
In the blink of an eye.
Three shots of vodka had already been swallowed. Once more, Ivana stacked her empty glass on the counter.
"Pour."
Lucas Walker reached out and grabbed the glass first, filled her ounce glass to the brim, and without even glancing at it, Ivana drank it all, then winced, sticking out her tongue and licking the droplets of liquor from her lips.
So sour and sweet, was it orange juice?
"What is this?"
"Orange juice," Lucas Walker replied.
