"I'll have two of those and any other strong shot you have", Vukan said to the bartender
Downing his third shot of tequila and willing to up his game, Vukan sighed aloud, trying hard and well to knock off the daunting feeling he had been struggling with since his episode with Oliver. As hard as it was to swallow, he had done everything possible to tell himself that Oliver wasn't anywhere near his father.
He glanced at his phone once again, hoping to get a call back from Oliver but none had graced his phone. Conceding in defeat that Oliver was most likely busy and that he would reach out back soon enough, he turned his attention to drink and the lively interior of the uptown bar he had chosen to spend the afternoon in.
"You need to get the hell out of my way!" a rather disgruntled voice screamed, bringing the otherwise noisy bar into absolute silence.