Nothing can match the happiness of /pure/ Scotch whisky in the glass, medium rare sirloin steak in the plate and the sleeping big cat liger on his laps. Though Xanxus was considered as the powerful destroyer, one of the most intimidating mafias— he was in the great mood, at least; he wasn’t going to finish someone off at this moment.
However, the pleasant atmosphere wouldn’t be everlasting especially when he heard the polite knock on his doors. That noise brought this grumpy feline beast into the reality and it growled at the intruder even though he began the massage between its two round ears; then Bester decided to stop its aggression and returned to the proper place behind the master’s chair.
Fortunately for them that he had just finished his meal and nobody dared to put any stupid liquids as mixtures into his beloved liquor.
