• and cherry liqueur to balance out the taste, even in the effortless finesse in handling the shaker. Oh, the rattling sound of ice was crisp and rhythmic to one's ear.
He sets two coupe glass, then strain the liquid there. It settles into deep, reddish amber. •
• Delicate with thin cloudlike foam, "`Blood and Sand`," he nudges the glass' stem towards you, "Thought it might suit this moment." / @APOSTVE
( CUKINGGGG 🐈⬛️🐈⬛️🐈⬛️🐈⬛️ )
Replying to @vanamossen
🐈⬛. A... what?! Even Almeng can't resist the temptation—ahem—he means he would like to inspect it! Does the taste meet the price?
He stretches out his body and both of his paws grabs your hand. No claws here, don't worry. Then he sticks out his tongue...mmm? What flavour is it?
I can feel my skin starting to bruise from how hard I clench my fingers, trying not to land a punch and trying to be brave at the same time.
His finger lightly reaches for my collar, scrutinizing the finger marks which burgeons into a reddish bruise around my neck.




