full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun winked at Sam. "Come on. I know it's been a while, but did I ever do anything by halves?" Letting out a chuckle, the potter nodded at the bookmaker's choice of alcohol. "We still get pleasure of some kind from it," Amun agreed with a nod. Moving behind the makeshift bar, he headed towards a small cask. However, he paused midstep.
There was a small wine spider curled up around the tap. Apparently it had been left slightly open and the arachnid had been slurping up the drops. Snorting, the potter set down one of the glasses so he could gently dislodge the creature. It tightened its grip for a moment before relinquishing it and transferring to his finger instead.
Laughing, he got a shot glass out and poured some vodka in it. The spider pounced on that, happy with the latest offering. "It knows what it wants and goes after it. I can appreciate that," he informed the redhead, grinning all the while.
The path to the wine now clear, Amun filled two glasses with the red liquid. Handing one to the other man, the potter hummed along with the music for a few notes. "Formally? No, not really. I picked up a few steps here and there during my travels, but my people weren't big on choreography. We just moved as the music willed us." He swirled his wine a few times and sniffed it before taking a sip.
"As for whether I'm good? Well, only one way to find out." Waggling his eyebrows, he set his cup down and held out one hand to Sam.
There was a small wine spider curled up around the tap. Apparently it had been left slightly open and the arachnid had been slurping up the drops. Snorting, the potter set down one of the glasses so he could gently dislodge the creature. It tightened its grip for a moment before relinquishing it and transferring to his finger instead.
Laughing, he got a shot glass out and poured some vodka in it. The spider pounced on that, happy with the latest offering. "It knows what it wants and goes after it. I can appreciate that," he informed the redhead, grinning all the while.
The path to the wine now clear, Amun filled two glasses with the red liquid. Handing one to the other man, the potter hummed along with the music for a few notes. "Formally? No, not really. I picked up a few steps here and there during my travels, but my people weren't big on choreography. We just moved as the music willed us." He swirled his wine a few times and sniffed it before taking a sip.
"As for whether I'm good? Well, only one way to find out." Waggling his eyebrows, he set his cup down and held out one hand to Sam.
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