Jackal

Nixie walked into the Rabbit Hole. It was a busy night that night. Most of the spots at tables were taken up, as were the stools by the bar. Smoke hung thick and almost smothering, low in the bar. It was dingy, as it normally was. Nixie was good with all the company, but sometimes preferred to have a little one on one with some people hanging out. They went up to the bar, stood in line, and finally got up to order their drink. A glowjito. It was seasonal, so they planned to enjoy it as often ...