She leaned on the bar. "Simple. You don’t pay a menu price. You tell me what you need. I tell you what it costs. For you. "
The sign above the sticky oak bar read:
"Zero dollars. But you have to call your daughter before you leave this parking lot." bartender prices
Elara poured it without flourish—amber, honest, no top-shelf nonsense. She set it down. She leaned on the bar