If Bruno's father wanted to speak with him in private, it must be a rather serious affair. And Bruno most certainly suspected what it was about. Thus, after the doors closed behind them, he broke out the imported Kentucky Bourbon aged to perfection for twenty years.
Once Bruno poured a glass to his father and himself, and they both had a sip, the old man responded with a satisfied smile on his face.
"You always know how to get the best stuff…"
Bruno chuckled, making a joke about what his father had said, one that his father wouldn't truly understand.
"You better enjoy it while it lasts, because in roughly eight years this stuff is going to be damn near impossible to get my hands on, other than perhaps for medicinal purposes…"
