nina
At the woman’s willingness to let her surprise them, Nina’s smile grew. She wasn’t good at reading people to know what they’d order, but she liked having that freedom. Thus, she was quick to turn around a whip something together before she was off sliding a Twelve Mile Limit in front of them. “Alright, moment of truth.”
Eyes followed the other, watching as she whipped up whatever it was she was making. With arms folded against the bar top, Lennox almost debated why she’d come into the bar in the first place, but all too soon the drink was being slid in front of her. “Here goes nothing,” she offered a brief smile, before taking a sip of the mysterious concoction. “That --- is strong,” she offered with a chuckle, “but it’s not bad.”












