dahlia
You can't buy this fineness
"And yet, here you are, one of the strongest people on this planet," Dahlia says, and if there's something strangely sweet in her expression as she gazes down into the empty glasses, that's between she and Sunjata alone. Leaning against the barrel he draws from, she watches his movements with lazy curiosity, accepting the whisky and rolling the glass between her fingers to see how the alcohol coats the inside of it.
"Someone has a lot of time on their hands," she remarks, gesturing to the number of 'mostly test' barrels around them. "I would have thought you to be a lot busier than this, Sunjata." Lifting the glass to her nose, Dahlia inhales gently before giving the whisky a taste, letting it dance and burn on her tongue and down her throat. "It reminds me of warm evenings next to a fire," she tells him. "There's fruit in it... but it's not citrus, is it?"
"Someone has a lot of time on their hands," she remarks, gesturing to the number of 'mostly test' barrels around them. "I would have thought you to be a lot busier than this, Sunjata." Lifting the glass to her nose, Dahlia inhales gently before giving the whisky a taste, letting it dance and burn on her tongue and down her throat. "It reminds me of warm evenings next to a fire," she tells him. "There's fruit in it... but it's not citrus, is it?"
Let me see the heat get to it
