and it burns like a gin and i like it
"Aisha," she gave in answer, following him with a catlike gaze as he moved nearer and offered her the glass.
He'd gone back behind the bar, and as Aisha raised her whiskey bottle to her mouth she felt a sudden force dragging it away. She fought it for a second, brows furrowed in confusion, until it required actual brawn to pull on the thing, and she let go. It floated through the air back over to the bartender, while the glass of water slid back towards her. Her eyes shot back to the man, a scowl on her face. Fucking wizards.
His admonishment was taken with a scoff, leaning back and crossing her arms, stubbornly refusing the water. "Whatever dad," she teased, her lips quirking to an impish smirk. "Your name then?" she asked, far more curious now that he'd played his cards. She even gave in just a tad, taking the glass and drinking a small sip of water. A look was shot his way, there, happy?
He'd gone back behind the bar, and as Aisha raised her whiskey bottle to her mouth she felt a sudden force dragging it away. She fought it for a second, brows furrowed in confusion, until it required actual brawn to pull on the thing, and she let go. It floated through the air back over to the bartender, while the glass of water slid back towards her. Her eyes shot back to the man, a scowl on her face. Fucking wizards.
His admonishment was taken with a scoff, leaning back and crossing her arms, stubbornly refusing the water. "Whatever dad," she teased, her lips quirking to an impish smirk. "Your name then?" she asked, far more curious now that he'd played his cards. She even gave in just a tad, taking the glass and drinking a small sip of water. A look was shot his way, there, happy?
put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it
AISHA
