[ Klaasje's eyes slide from Akechi to Ji-Woon like drops of shimmering oil, a tiny smile gently curving her lips. Words aren't necessary; she's glad to see him. (Although, who wouldn't be?)
Her expression retains residual warmth when she turns her focus back to Akechi and his audacious wink. ]
Pale aged vodka.
[ Her favorite. A smooth burn all the way down. She bends to rummage under the bar, emerging with a clear, unlabelled bottle, three glasses, and a brightly labelled second bottle sporting Nuka-Cola in bold font. ]
This isn't that. But we can pretend.
[ She fills two glasses with a generous pour of clear liquor, the third with half the cola bottle, and slides them across the bar. The cola goes to the kid, of course. She's not inconsiderate. ]
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Her expression retains residual warmth when she turns her focus back to Akechi and his audacious wink. ]
Pale aged vodka.
[ Her favorite. A smooth burn all the way down. She bends to rummage under the bar, emerging with a clear, unlabelled bottle, three glasses, and a brightly labelled second bottle sporting Nuka-Cola in bold font. ]
This isn't that. But we can pretend.
[ She fills two glasses with a generous pour of clear liquor, the third with half the cola bottle, and slides them across the bar. The cola goes to the kid, of course. She's not inconsiderate. ]
You'll want a chaser if it's your first time.