NERON
show me how defenceless you really are
Neron has to do a double take to make sure he’s heard right. His favourite drink? The Hailstorm flashes the other man a crooked smile that shows fangs. ”I sincerely doubt you want that,” he drawls, steely blue eyes flicking for a moment down to the sensitive skin of the stranger’s neck, before he leans down to grab a tumbler. ”When I could enjoy it, though, there was nothing like a glass of whiskey on a cold night.”
Neron blows into the glass - the ice magic he still possesses causes it to rime with frost - and sets it on the counter before the other man. Then he turns to grab a bottle of rich amber liquid, pouring a measure into the tumbler and nudging it across. ”Enjoy.” He turns to serve another customer, though he’s not far away should he need a top up.
Neron blows into the glass - the ice magic he still possesses causes it to rime with frost - and sets it on the counter before the other man. Then he turns to grab a bottle of rich amber liquid, pouring a measure into the tumbler and nudging it across. ”Enjoy.” He turns to serve another customer, though he’s not far away should he need a top up.
