and it burns like a gin and i like it
Aisha snickered at his response, adding on a couple more less than fortunate titles he'd accumulated. She'd be damned before anyone thought she was a wet blanket. If anything she was a heated blanket that you have to wrestle between warm enough and too hot. But he didn't seem too worried about it, "I could say I'm impressed," she replied, leaving him on a cliff hanger of whether or not she would.
A shot glass full of whiskey was slid over to her, she flipped her palm over to catch it as it stopped. Hm, she humphed, swishing it around in the glass a few times before lifting it to toast and then clinking it against his, "To my new friend, wet blanket," she teased, raising the glass to her lips and downing the shot. Just after she'd finished it, she found her glass full again, but instead of liquid gold she found herself staring once again at water.
This time though she'd take it, appreciate it without a fight. She'd gotten what she wanted after all, and now there were other things on her slightly tipsy mind, "What other magics do you have Loren," she asked, leaning her elbows on the bar and looking across at the man as he worked.
A shot glass full of whiskey was slid over to her, she flipped her palm over to catch it as it stopped. Hm, she humphed, swishing it around in the glass a few times before lifting it to toast and then clinking it against his, "To my new friend, wet blanket," she teased, raising the glass to her lips and downing the shot. Just after she'd finished it, she found her glass full again, but instead of liquid gold she found herself staring once again at water.
This time though she'd take it, appreciate it without a fight. She'd gotten what she wanted after all, and now there were other things on her slightly tipsy mind, "What other magics do you have Loren," she asked, leaning her elbows on the bar and looking across at the man as he worked.
put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it
AISHA
