dahlia
You can't buy this fineness
At what, indeed. Bouncing her eyebrows at him, Dahlia sits up again and makes steady progress on her glass of Torchline whiskey, thoroughly enjoying the fire that the liquor sends through her limbs and leaves tingling on her lips and in her throat. As for pirates and excruciatingly hot summers, she can't help but let out a peal of laughter at that, tilting her head such that a cascade of raven hair tumbles across her shoulders.
"A shame about that yes," she agrees with him about the meteor and the devastation wrought upon Torchline, though the expression on her face is unreadable. Draining the last of her whiskey, she sets the glass down beside her and regards Sunjata with sudden intensity. "So are you going to tell me why you really invited me here, or are we going to drink more whiskey and pretend?"
"A shame about that yes," she agrees with him about the meteor and the devastation wrought upon Torchline, though the expression on her face is unreadable. Draining the last of her whiskey, she sets the glass down beside her and regards Sunjata with sudden intensity. "So are you going to tell me why you really invited me here, or are we going to drink more whiskey and pretend?"
Let me see the heat get to it
