While Bigby had never been particularly welcome anywhere in Fabletown, the Trip Trap Bar had been much more accommodating since Georgie and the Crooked Man had been dealt with; vengeance was good for the soul, even for a troll.
And, done with being smothered by his office and workload, he had retreated to the bar for a bit of space. Let the split through his eyebrow heal and the black eye fade away moment by moment. "Holly, shot of whiskey, leave the bottle." He pushed a note over, confiscated from the ogre he'd been dealing with.
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