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“Of course not. I’m planning to drink all night long.” His own smile is measured in a levity to match Yuri’s, pouring the bottle for him and watching the ice ball clink and float as the whiskey filled up his glass, glowing honey-yellow in the dim light of the oil lamps. “What about you? Just here for a quick glass before bedtime?”
❛ What a coincidence. ❜
He’d noticed that Eizen liked to retreat to quiet places (be they high or low) and that his own habit of seeking him out was beginning to make an impact on the pirate. After all the premeditated appearance of a second glass was obviously proof that these instances were mutually familiar.
While sitting by his size he tipped back his glass and let the amber liquor slide over his lips and tongue. He held it in his mouth for half a minute to properly experience the flavors before finally swallowing it down.
❛ Now that you’ve mentioned it I can’t say I’m opposed to the idea. ❜
