drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands romeo
Aisha reveled under the appraising gaze, as this new bartender dipped into her aura and tried to read it. She stared him right back, hazel eyes roaming over his well cut figure adorned in black. There was something about him that reminded her of Loren, but it had nothing to do with energy, this man brought something far different. She watches him turn, decide and mix.
He returns with something so dark and so rich looking. It smelled hot, spicy but in the way that soothes and bubbles in the throat. She took the drink as he spoke of chills, bringing it to her lips carefully to taste, that somewhat fruity and spicy but potently wine taste filling her senses. Now that, was a good drink. "Relatively," she replied, eagerly returning to her mug. "I've been here before, but you weren't my bartender," she said, clearly inquiring to know more about him, a cheeky smirk rest lazily upon her lips.
He returns with something so dark and so rich looking. It smelled hot, spicy but in the way that soothes and bubbles in the throat. She took the drink as he spoke of chills, bringing it to her lips carefully to taste, that somewhat fruity and spicy but potently wine taste filling her senses. Now that, was a good drink. "Relatively," she replied, eagerly returning to her mug. "I've been here before, but you weren't my bartender," she said, clearly inquiring to know more about him, a cheeky smirk rest lazily upon her lips.
AISHA
