Chapter 12: TWELVE

Kian sat alone in the private bar sipping on his whiskey. The bar was a small, cozy room with dark wood paneling and a warm, inviting atmosphere. The air was filled with the scent of aged whiskey and the soft glow of dim lighting. The bar was well-stocked with various types of liquor, but Kian was in the mood for something strong and simple – whiskey.

The bar was a spacious room with dim lighting and a warm, inviting atmosphere. The walls were lined with shelves full of different types of whiskey, arranged in a manner that made it look like a library for connoisseurs of fine spirits.

In the center of the room was a large, wooden bar, with a polished mahogany surface and a row of high-backed leather bar stools. The bar was well-stocked with all the necessary tools and equipment for making cocktails, from shakers to strainers and muddlers.

The back of the bar was adorned with a large, ornate mirror that reflected the warm glow of the room's lighting, making the space feel even cozier. On either side of the mirror, there were rows of liquor bottles arranged in a way that was both aesthetically pleasing and functional.

Above the bar, a row of pendant lights hung low, casting a soft, warm light over the entire room. The light was just bright enough to see everything clearly, but dim enough to create a sense of intimacy and relaxation.

The floor of the bar was made of dark, polished hardwood that gleamed in the soft light. It was perfectly clean, without a speck of dust or dirt to be found. The bar stools were also made of polished wood, with plush leather seats and backs that were both comfortable and elegant.

He poured himself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid shimmering in the dim light. Kian swirled the glass gently, watching as the whiskey coated the sides of the glass before taking a sip. The smooth, smoky flavor of the whiskey washed over him, warming his insides and making him feel relaxed.

Kian settled back into his chair and took another sip of whiskey. As he sipped, he gazed around the bar, taking in the details of the room. The walls were lined with shelves of various bottles, each with its own unique label and shape. A small refrigerator was tucked away in the corner, stocked with mixers and cold drinks.

Kian took another sip of whiskey and let out a contented sigh. He had always loved whiskey – the taste, the warmth, and the way it made him feel. He had spent many nights in this bar, sipping on his favorite drink and losing himself in thought.

The bar was quiet, with only the soft sound of Kian's glass clinking against the bar as he took another sip of whiskey. The room was filled with a soft, amber glow from the dim lighting, casting shadows on the walls and giving the room a warm, inviting feel.

Kian poured himself another glass of whiskey, watching as the liquid filled the glass to the brim. He took a deep breath, inhaling the aroma of the whiskey before taking a sip. The smooth, smoky flavor filled his mouth, and he closed his eyes, savoring the taste.

Kian turned his head as he heard the door to the bar open, and his brother Ace walked in. Ace was wearing a robe, a sign that he had just come from a massage. Kian smiled at his brother, knowing exactly why he was there.

"I knew I'd find you in here," Ace said, walking over to the bar and pouring himself a glass of whiskey.

Kian chuckled, "You know me too well."

Ace took a sip of his whiskey and then turned to Kian, a curious expression on his face. "So, why did you leave the room earlier during the massage? You could have stayed a while longer and let the woman massage you too. You know, taste of heaven."

Kian rolled his eyes and took another sip of whiskey. "Spare me. I don't need a massage. And besides, I didn't want to interrupt your happy ending."

Ace laughed, "She didn't offer that, but I see why you thought that."

Kian raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

Ace grinned, "She's good at her work, man. She has the hands of a goddess."

Kian chuckled, "I see why you were almost having sex with her then."

Ace raised his hands in defense, "Almost."

Kian leaned back in his chair, "So what happened?"

Ace took a sip of his whiskey, "I don't know. I just couldn't go through with it. It didn't feel right."

Kian nodded, understanding. "I get it. Sometimes the fantasy is better than the reality."

Ace nodded, "Exactly.”

Ace took another sip of his whiskey and then turned to Kian. "So, what brings you to my beloved houde tonight? Don't fucking tell me you got dumped?"

Kian scowled at his brother, "I didn't get dumped. And besides, I'm too good looking to be dumped."

Ace laughed, "Right. So what happened then?"

Kian sighed, "I wasn't even dating the girl. I just assumed we were, and she corrected me."

Ace chuckled, "That's rough, man. But hey, that's what happens when you assume."

Kian rolled his eyes, "Thanks for the wisdom, Yoda. Anyway, I just needed a change of scene, so I thought I'd crash here tonight."

Ace grinned, "Of course, bro. You know you're always welcome here."

Kian smiled back, "Thanks, man. So, how was the massage?"

Ace took another sip of his whiskey, "It was amazing. That girl really does have the hands of a goddess."

Kian chuckled, "Yeah, you've said that already. Maybe I should give her a try."

Ace raised an eyebrow, "Oh, really? You're going to cheat on your hand with a real woman?"

Kian laughed, "Ha ha. Very funny. But seriously, how much did it cost you?"

Ace told him the price and Kian whistled, "Damn, that's expensive."