《 Kennedy 》<br/>Location: Miles' place<br/>Addressing: Miles<a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Traveler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Traveler</a><br/><br/><div class="bbm_float fleft" style="float:left;margin:0 10px 5px 0">
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</div>Jeb. Josh. Miles. He was finally getting names through the course of making their very late dinner and he felt he should feel more concerned with the fact that he'd gone home with three complete strangers whose names he hadn't even been given. He tried to remember if he'd introduced himself either. He didn't recall that he did. That felt a little awkward, but not quite as awkward as Miles returning and asking him if he'd done the place setting. Had he done wrong? Anticipating the reactions of a man who'd just lost his wife was a daunting task, but he hadn't been tossed out yet and he replied with a simple nod.<br/><br/>"I did, I hope that's alright. I'll take care of clean-up after," he offered as he watched Miles retrieve the bottle and pour some shots. The man had as good of taste in whisky as his wife had in dinnerware and he could only surmise that Miles had been someone of means in his other life. Jeb, and Josh, well they seemed like not much had changed for them and they slotted right into the new world.<br/><br/>He smiled and raised his glass. "New beginnings." He first held the glass to his nose to appreciate the scent of the amber liquor and then took a taste to allow it to warm his tongue before shooting it down like well whisky. Then he tipped it back slowly, savoring the smooth flavor and silky warmth. As a man who loved whisky and had grown up around some of the best of it, he appreciated the shot and took his time to enjoy it to its fullest.<br/><br/>He smiled with a nod. "That is...very good," he looked from the glass to Miles. "I'm Kennedy, by the way. Kennedy McLaughlin, originally from Chicago, caught in Abendblume when things went south."