It was a Friday night, Atlantic City was covered in darkness and a light rain.

Miles was standing behind the dimly lit bar, used to the casino noise all over. Slot machines, people cheering, people upset. It was more than usual.

He handed a man his whiskey, before said guy left to the poker table.

The young bartender looked around the casino, until Miles, with a sigh, rolled back the sleeves of his black button up and dried off some glasses.