and I tried to remember how nice it had been
Vai goes for peach, in the end, and she clinks her stein against Zeph’s and offers him a bright grin as she takes a swig from it. Hers is sweet and smooth, but she’s giggling over the rim of the cup at the purpley second mustache that his drink leaves. ”You got a little something there, sweetie,” she says, blue eyes wicked as she reaches out to wipe the froth from his beard.
”Any good?” she asks, offering her own out so he can try it, and licking her fingers clean. The tart taste of blackberry after the sweetness of the peach makes her nose scrunch, but it’s nonetheless delicious. ”Does Torchline have much in the way of fruit beer?” she wonders, gazing up at the canopy of branches above them.
”Any good?” she asks, offering her own out so he can try it, and licking her fingers clean. The tart taste of blackberry after the sweetness of the peach makes her nose scrunch, but it’s nonetheless delicious. ”Does Torchline have much in the way of fruit beer?” she wonders, gazing up at the canopy of branches above them.
a long long time ago
Vervain
