"What are you feeling?” He asked Owen, not even looking away from the cliched drink menu as he leaned against the side of the bar. “A couple Drunk Jack Frosties? Or a Santa Clausmopolitan?” Isaac’s joking smile cracked into a grin as he glanced in the other’s direction, a touch of a chuckle escaping his lips. He really just wanted to sit back and drink a few Moscow Mules, but it didn’t feel right to not go at least a little festive when they were at a bar in the center of Boston’s Winter Festival. “Should we get one of each and debate the pros and cons?” ( @owen--burke )









