this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
"Is that because the blue torcher is not a real cocktail and more of a monstrosity conocted for Flora's birthday party?" Niki wonders idly, the smile on his face already seeming easier and more playful, even if his wit is as dry as ever. Sunjata ought to enjoy the necromancer in a mildly buzzed state, because based on how many liquors he still has left to try, he's not going to be this way for long.
Speaking of which, he listens at the description of the gin, eyebrows raising gently to hear talk of botanicals, and he hums appreciatively. "We shall see," he says, raising the shot in a toast before - knowing better this time - sipping at it to begin with. It's still strong, leaving his lips a little numb and his tongue alight, but he can in fact taste the notes of juniper Sunjata mentioned. "That is pretty good," he announces, celebrating the fact by knocking the rest of the shot back as well.
"I think I could drink that one quite a bit," he adds, already reaching for the associated cocktail with an arch of a brow, as if awaiting his smoke-shrouded barkeep's introduction of the drink.
Speaking of which, he listens at the description of the gin, eyebrows raising gently to hear talk of botanicals, and he hums appreciatively. "We shall see," he says, raising the shot in a toast before - knowing better this time - sipping at it to begin with. It's still strong, leaving his lips a little numb and his tongue alight, but he can in fact taste the notes of juniper Sunjata mentioned. "That is pretty good," he announces, celebrating the fact by knocking the rest of the shot back as well.
"I think I could drink that one quite a bit," he adds, already reaching for the associated cocktail with an arch of a brow, as if awaiting his smoke-shrouded barkeep's introduction of the drink.
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
