What did this male want from him? Heath questioned in silence and anger. This was a free land and if he wished to venture deep within and seek out a bit of solitude, a bit of vodka, he had the right! Just as he was about to explode with frustration and harmful words that male turned to show a grand smile, exclaiming the land that his favorite flavor of vodka was born in. The tawny man was back aback at the tone of voice and sight of his smile. Confused Heath could do nothing but follow as he had been told to do. He had never wanted to go anywhere else, let alone where ever his family was. What did Heath want with Silas’ family? It was vodka that he was after.
“Yes, yes.”Heath spoke, mimicking the male’s accent slightly in jest. He wanted to enter the store, and if the male was no longer standing in his way Heath was going in. Now. They stepped inside, and Heath let a smile cover his face. A dark soot hued hand went to the neck of the nearest bottle and gold eyes looked at the dusty label. “Russia!” Heath spoke as he looked at the othe male, his voice lighter then it had been in days. Honey orbs dropped back to the label. His voice was low as he spoke to himself, “Thank god for the mother land.”