where: harvey's place who: @dxncingonmyown (harvey) & nolan
"A liquor cabinet like this and you're still mooching from my fuckin' minibar?" Nolan let out an amused scoff as he perused the various options -- bottles ranging from above top shelf to the more exotic, even able to pick out some more bottom of the barrel options scattered about in between. Reminiscent of another time, he supposed, having heard his friend's own rags to riches story at one point or another in the course of their friendship. A strange nostalgia he understood, because even Nolan had moments where he craved the taste of something humbling -- but tonight wasn't one of those nights. Eyes landed on an opened Redbreast 27-year, eyes sparkling with greed before pulling it off the shelf by the handle, along with two glasses. "Don't give me that look; you said to pick out whatever I wanted. You're lucky I'm in a chipper mood, 'else I'd be reaching for the million fuckin' year Midleton." Lid was popped open, and he poured his selection into each glass. "So? What's the latest? Or did you just invite me over 'cause you couldn't get your own entertainment for the night?"