Gemotions

He poured himself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid swirling gently in the dim light of the bar. It had been years since he'd seen "The Duke's Demise," his award-winning cocktail, now being served under a different name at the swankiest hotel in the city. He’d lost the rights to it in a poker game, a bitter memory that usually soured his mood.

But tonight, something was different. A weight had lifted, and he felt lightheaded in a way that had nothing to do with the alcohol. The hotel's bartender, it turned out, was using his original recipe, slightly modified, which made him smile. He finished his drink in one gulp, a sudden decision taking hold. Tomorrow, he would start his own bar.