That Shattered Bottle

Someone wearing a hood suddenly pushed through the crowd below. Their face was hidden in shadow, leaving only the sharp, slender, elegant curve of their chin visible. They held out a bottle to him. Their voice had the cold, metallic quality of steel: "I think you need this." The instant he took it without thinking, Lorca realized it was a glass bottle of liquor, glowing emerald green and reflecting a brilliant, dazzling light.