Evan starts a countdown, “Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven!” I look around and take in the scene; these co-birthday parties always give the best memories. “…Four! Three! Two! One! Drink!” Evan yells, and I tip my shot glass back.

The smoky amber fluid burns as I knock it back. “Oh wow, strong stuff !” I exclaim as I slam the empty glass down, where it was soon met by the glasses of Fiona and Evan. “That was… mmm… peaty.”

Evan agrees, “Takes out the fire, but leaves in the warmth.”

“What did you think of that, Jack?” I ask. After no reply, I look up at him and immediately become confused. Jack is just standing there, a full shot glass of Scotch still in his hand.