[ And then he reaches a hand over the conjured glass, first to fill it with something clear (as the water rises from the bottom of the glass the fish swims up, up, finally jumping out of the glass to disappear against the stretch of Stephen's palm), then with a trip of his fingers to turn that liquid a rich orange-red. One dry Manhattan, made to order.
A flourish has a little curl of orange zest caught between his fingers, which he sets neatly on the edge of the glass and leans back. ]
All yours.
[ His own drink is conjured up with significantly less flare, a stiff two fingers of whisky already in hand and sipped. ]
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[ And then he reaches a hand over the conjured glass, first to fill it with something clear (as the water rises from the bottom of the glass the fish swims up, up, finally jumping out of the glass to disappear against the stretch of Stephen's palm), then with a trip of his fingers to turn that liquid a rich orange-red. One dry Manhattan, made to order.
A flourish has a little curl of orange zest caught between his fingers, which he sets neatly on the edge of the glass and leans back. ]
All yours.
[ His own drink is conjured up with significantly less flare, a stiff two fingers of whisky already in hand and sipped. ]