[/html]Maybe we’ll find more! his reply came with a bit of boisterous enthusiasm, his anticipation breaking through. SIlvano seemed to be a drier creature then Oak, who’s humor was a tinge more easy going and fluid. Seated on the stool Oak was glad to take the first swig. The scent was strong, the sort that touched and burned his nose without much more then an inhale rather then a full sniff. He did not need to examine it further, and let the dusty bottle touch his lips.
He didn’t know what to expect, having only water in the past, and the shock of the hard liquor was at first curious but then turned a bit rancid as it burned its way down his throat. Oak put the bottle on the bar, and sucked in the cool air in the hopes of relieving the fire in his gullet. He needed a moment to recover, and the fired dwindled after a few minutes. He looked at the silvery and brown male before commenting. It’s good. He lied. It was different, shocking his system and yet he liked the feeling.
| Messages In This Thread |