Phil grins. “Cutting to the chase this time. Good. I like that. Just don’t hurry the drink too fast; I worked hard on it.” But of course, he could always make him another.

Phil takes a deeper drink from his cocktail. No need to savor something he’s had a hundred times before, or to take it slow; it’ll be his only drink of the night.

He leans over the counter. “Mind if I taste my work?”

He’s not looking at the drink.