There was something about the flavor combination of whiskey and chocolate that Ainsley would never be able to get enough of. Smoky and sweet. The taste was so vastly different, yet it represented such an addictive dichotomy.
Her teeth sank into a brick of chocolate intended for s’mores and she chased it with a sip of whiskey. “If you’ve never done this, I highly recommend that you start,” she commented to the person next to her. “It’s sinfully divine.”









