“You know what’s the best thing about bars?” He could laugh inwardly, allowing his slender digits to trace the surface of the bartop, whispering lowly enough for only her to hear. “It brings out the best in people. I mean, obnoxiously; the truth always comes out.” Robert considered himself a responsible drinker first and foremost, finding himself cooped up at King’s Head when not tackling a painting or two. Buchanan Scotch Whiskey became a preferable preference; as if he could ever turn down a reputable brand of Scottish liquor, reckoning for the server to hand Emily one as well —- the choice obviously up to her. “You never know what they’ll say due to consuming so much liquor. It’s entertaining; sad, but nonetheless entertaining,” he expressed with dismay. “Have you taken notice of this? You’re a bit quiet tonight.” @emwlsh
