Visscher didn't want to make a scene, so he just shifted nervously. "Don't worry about it. I will have a drink, I think." He ordered a whiskey, and downed it as if it was nothing at all. There. He had done it. They could leave them alone now.

But then another man was staring, and feigned generosity by ordering both him and the reddish man another. Visscher just sighed, looked down at it with a puff of breath, and swallowed with the slightest wince of face. Always an unpleasant drink.