“What’ll y’all have?” Kiss asked after greeting Jill and Alex with across-the-bar hugs and kisses on the cheek.
“I’m not sure. I like whiskey and had an old fashioned and sazerac yesterday,” I responded.
Kiss turned around toward the tiered bottles of liquor along the mirrored wall, grabbed a tumbler glass, poured a glass of Grand Marnier and slid it toward me. Continue reading A Kiss with Lagniappe