"HERE, LOOKS LIKE Y'ALL could use this." Tucker handed Cam and Norah glasses of scotch.
Cam tossed his back, wishing the burn of alcohol could mitigate the crushing disappointment of their defeat. Beside him, Norah rolled the tumbler between her hands, the ice cube making a soft clink against the glass. She'd said nothing since the City Council meeting adjourned and they'd reconvened at Tucker's downtown apartment. This late, nothing was open, and they'd all felt the need to debrief. Except no one seemed inclined to break the silence.