In walked Kent. 
Guayabera plastered to his back he forwent the stool and, leaning into the bar, signaled the Cuban with a wave and a word. "¡Oye!" Approximately forty minutes later he was ...  [+]

It was hot even for Miami and the shot of rum was just sitting there. A miracle it hadn't evaporated because of how long it had been in the glass. 
At least by their standards. 
They were ...  [+]

You mean to ask of the small man?
The small man of Heffen-Barū? 
What know you of the small man? What knoweth the small man of you?
Leave alone the small man!  You've enough still to toil and ...  [+]