Six Sentence Sunday
Today's six sentences come from Lost Wages of Sin, which has a tentative release date of June 2014.
There was nothing quite like the first bite of a good whisky on the way down, except, perhaps, the second, third, and fourth bites. Honestly, though, Dante had lost track of how many shots he’d washed down his throat. All he knew when he came up for air was he could still feel the ache in his chest, and that wouldn’t fucking do.
Nope, wouldn’t do at all.
He nudged his tumbler toward the bartender, his eyes fighting a good droop. The lights above the bar seemed to have faded a bit, and he couldn’t hear by how many downs the Saints were losing, but then again he didn’t a righteous fuck.