A Truce, or Something Like It (смешанная)

Rafael sipped at his scotch, thankful that he'd had something resembling an acceptable breakfast that morning because when he'd woken up, he definitely hadn't seen himself sitting at a table with Elliot Stabler across from him in two different venues, the last one seeing him savor a Glenlivet at - he checked his watch - 11:09 in the morning.  He knew people who went to meetings for this shit.