Silver raised an eyebrow at the moment he fell. Not the compassionate one and very practical, she waited for him to get up and resume his walk towards the bar. Machine grabbed a bottle that jingled with the gold hue of whisky and filled two glasses. One of them appeared in her hand without notice.
"Hmmm hmmm. Trying to impress me, are you? Nice control, but save yourself for when it's truly needed, bub."
Machine chuckled, and his cigar flared not a moment after. Smoke and the smell of a good old scotch permeated the air.
She nursed her drink and smelled it. It smelled good. With a sip, Dublin Single Malt came to her like it was a good memory.
"Ahh a nice drink.. And a effin' cigar. Very nice. But we need business to sugar the moment, love. You interested?"
Silver smirked while asking. Like a predator waiting for the moment to close the trap.
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
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