dahlia
You can't buy this fineness
"Humility might be the death of you, if you aren't careful," Dahlia informs him with a smirk, shifting to perch on the edge of the barrel and enjoy her whiskey - and also to better get a look at the freckles that spray across Sunjata's nose. Grinning to herself and draining the rest of the whiskey in the glass, she admires the small pool of amber liquid still dripping down the clear surface. "He's a demigod by day, a brothel owner by night, and a whiskey distiller on the side," she muses.
Considering the taste lingering on her tongue, Dahlia reaches forward suddenly to boop him on the nose with the side of her glass. "You've been hiding orchards around here," she says, guessing apples without saying as much. "Almost hidden by the cinnamon, but it's there. Very nicely done."
Considering the taste lingering on her tongue, Dahlia reaches forward suddenly to boop him on the nose with the side of her glass. "You've been hiding orchards around here," she says, guessing apples without saying as much. "Almost hidden by the cinnamon, but it's there. Very nicely done."
Let me see the heat get to it
