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Lol, her and Bane should get along well. IC
"Scotch whisky," he replied immediately. He was fond of scotch. It was a rarity back home, something the commander had offered him several times in the relative security of his office in the old military barracks. It had never been a gesture of friendship, but Bane had never been fooled, either. The man had had wolves bringing him his drinks then, and escorting his guests into the chamber. After the war had begun, all the slaves had been killed.
Turning, the black wolf made his way to the old countertop, resting the bottle next to the cash register, atop the layers of dust the years had gathered there. Carefully, he pried open the bottle by digging his nails into the cork. It opened easily enough, and he lowered his nose to the bottle to breathe in the scent. As he did this, he spoke again, intending to clarify his speech, just in case her query had been more specific than he had assumed. "Alcohol. It's one of my favourites. Care for the first sip? I would pour you some, but I'm afraid there aren't any glasses in here," he added with a cordial smile, looking back up at the woman in the hazy darkness. He nudged the bottle across the countertop, away from him, silently inviting her to join him.
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