The amber liquid vanished through the narrow metal slots with a faint gurgle against the shaft wall.

I wiped the mug’s rim with my coat sleeve and screwed the black lid back on tightly.

The elevator slowed smoothly and gave a soft chime as it reached the bottom level.

The doors slid back and opened onto the concrete walls of the underground garage.

I walked past three parked luxury sedans to the big blue metal trash bin beside a concrete pillar.

I dropped the empty travel mug in and heard it clatter heavily against the metal bottom.