Bobby Goren, in the bar, with a bottle of scotch.
Bobby sat at the bar, running his two forefingers along the edge of the squat highball glass. He contemplated the amber liquid inside, the burn it created on his tongue, in his throat, the blur it brought to his brain. He liked the color, amber. He liked the color of scotch. He liked amber eyes, and amber hair. He liked the golden brown, he liked the burn.
He dipped his fingers into the liquid and placed them briefly in his mouth, closing his eyes. He pulled in a deep breath, and held it, until his brain felt uneven, until he felt uneven. With his eyes closed, he could see the amber. His brain, always busy, thought about the substance. Some people thought amber was fossilized tree sap. But, amber is fossilized resin. The resin that drips and oozes down trees, within them and outside of them. Resin is secreted as a protective mechanism, perhaps to protect from disease or injury, such as a broken branch, or perhaps to fight disease that is on the inside.
He continued to trace his fingers along the edge of the glass. Last call in the bar. He looked at the glass and the bottle of scotch, both still untouched. He thought about the amber liquid. He thought about amber hair and amber eyes. He thought about leaving the bar, leaving the scotch untouched. Resin, a healing mechanism : Amber, a healing mechanism. In the end, he took the shot, he left the bottle, and then he left the bar.
A/N: What do you think about the scene?
Come and play with me. I need a 'suspect' (a LOCI character, or an LO character), a weapon (a thing), and a room (a place). You know, like "Clue". And then I'll write the scene that pops into my brain.