Maeve
Her smirk is all knowing and still somehow manages to be sugar sweet as she looks the two demigods over, "Thank you, Ronin. Just as charming as always." The Nightshade drawls, taking the bottle from Remi with ease, unaware of what exactly he's picturing. Nor realizing that she had met Finn before. Only, not as Finn. Shaking her head at his question, her brows raise curiously, removing the top of it to give the gin in question a sniff.
The initial hit of alcohol tickles her nose, but she quickly notes the aromatics of the berries, humming as an ever so faint heat rises in the apples of her own cheeks. "Oh? Are the effects that strong?" Recorking the bottle, she places it carefully on the table with the rest of the food. "Do either of you have a preference for drinks? I have wine, mead, whiskey..." And the gin, but that might be best saved for later.
The initial hit of alcohol tickles her nose, but she quickly notes the aromatics of the berries, humming as an ever so faint heat rises in the apples of her own cheeks. "Oh? Are the effects that strong?" Recorking the bottle, she places it carefully on the table with the rest of the food. "Do either of you have a preference for drinks? I have wine, mead, whiskey..." And the gin, but that might be best saved for later.
If you're a lover, you should know
The lonely moments just get lonelier
The lonely moments just get lonelier
