@statescherrybomb
sets a glass of whisky down in front of him. " howdy. we ain't met yet. " the agent says with a smile. " agent cherry bomb. call me cherry. "
He peers at the glass of dark liquid, then up at the woman, then down at the liquor again. “Cherry, eh?” He moved to take the glass, then motioned with his other hand to the seat.
“No we haven’t met yet. Merlin. Pleasure, lass.” He took the glass and took a cautious smell, but blinked. “This is Scotch.” He supplied, raising an eyebrow. Seems someone took his rant when his crotch was about to be immolated seriously then.
After the smell and the appraising look, Merlin decided to indulge in a small sip, no sense turning down a polite offer, right?
.....
The noise he made, unbidden, was probably incredibly inappropriate for a first meeting and he set down his glass to cover his mouth, feeling instantly embarrassed. But he’d not been expecting that kind of flavor. It was probably the best Scotch he’d ever tasted. It was smokey, with faint hints of citrus and floral without being overpowering, and it wasn’t too woodsy either.. Shit, this was magnificent.
“This is spectacular Scotch.” He added, a little dumbfounded, looking up at her once more.
“...D’you want something from me?” He ventured, looking more than a little confused. Why ply him with liquor (which he wasn’t going to lie, was tempting him for another sip) when they were on the same side.... Maybe he was being paranoid. But he learned to look a gift horse in the mouth for the grenade hidden there.