Morgaine was well aware of three pairs of eyes fixed intently on him as he retrieved a fresh pitcher of iced tea and a jar of lemon-infused simple syrup, before pouring both into the waiting cocktail shaker on the bar. He shook the mixture with more of a flourish than usual, making sure that it was good and thoroughly blended, then swept up a chilled martini glass and poured the mixed tea into it in one fluid motion. He popped a lemon slice onto the rim of the g...
