[ He chuckles at that, picturing the startled looks that must have crossed the barman's face as Emma Cullen, calm as the day is long, stepped up to ask for a bottle of bourbon. ]
We'll see if I can appreciate it in the first place.
[ He uncorks the bottle easily enough and pours a small amount into their glasses – nowhere near the heavy-handed pour of that first time they drank together, throwing back the whiskey in hopes of forgetting. One of the few times in life they managed to find some sort of common ground.
He pulls the glass toward himself, frowning down at the amber liquid – almost like he actually believes it might be poison. Something dangerous. Uncertainty in his brow, in the downward curve of the corners of his mouth. ]
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We'll see if I can appreciate it in the first place.
[ He uncorks the bottle easily enough and pours a small amount into their glasses – nowhere near the heavy-handed pour of that first time they drank together, throwing back the whiskey in hopes of forgetting. One of the few times in life they managed to find some sort of common ground.
He pulls the glass toward himself, frowning down at the amber liquid – almost like he actually believes it might be poison. Something dangerous. Uncertainty in his brow, in the downward curve of the corners of his mouth. ]
You really think I might be able to drink this?