a burn that starts in your throat.
and slowly consumes your mind, heart, and soul.
"Izumo--"
"Whiskey, please."
Suoh, for all his unhealthy habits and mannerisms, and while not a drunk, enjoys his fair share of liquor. He doesn't drink constantly, or enough to dink himself into a stupor (which is near to impossible), but he has a drink almost daily. Maybe one in the afternoon, with lunch or later on with dinner, or two shots after having fought a crew of bastards, or maybe half of one before bed, and so on and so forth. Thus, it's not a foreign request when he slides onto the bar stool and folds his arm over atop the smooth, polished wood and takes one last drag on his cigarette before pressing the crumbling end of ash against the small ceramic bowl with other used buds.
It's not foreign that he enjoys the heavier, harder types of alcohol, either-- the ones that make his throat and nose burn just a touch before he adjusts to their taste. Truthfully, Suoh couldn't quite care about the tastes and flavors, he just wanted to feel that burn in the back of his throat, makes his body feel warm for a moment, before settling back into it's natural heat. He never was fond of sweet or fruity liquors, so when he asks for whiskey or vodka, it's nothing strange or concerning.
In fact, it's nearly routine, after all these years.
