"You look like you've had a week," Marcus rumbled, sliding a glass of neat rye toward Elias.
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Elias sat at the bar next to Marcus, a long-time friend and a self-described "Polar Bear."
Elias, a soft-spoken architect in his mid-forties with a salt-and-pepper beard and a sturdy frame, pushed through the heavy wooden doors. The air inside was thick with the scent of pine-scented beard oil, expensive bourbon, and the low, resonant thrum of laughter. The Entertainment: More Than Just a Show