Killian smirked as the witch from the counter took up a seat next to him. "Killian Drach, if we are being formal, but yeah, Drach." He turned on the barstool. "Nice to meet you, Sera," he said. "Interesting choice of drink. I don't know many people who drink Tennessee whiskey by choice, and a double at that. Rough day?." He said as he turned back to the bar. "I've got just the drink for if you need to forget the day you've had." Drach raised a finger to signal the barkeep. "Two auchentoshan three woods. Both on the rocks." He turned back to Sera. "I'll tell you what, the auchentoshan three wood, is a nice scotch. Smooth. Tastes like taking the hand of a beautiful maiden in a garden at midnight. Smooth at first, yet not quite filling enough, that it leaves you wanting more, yet seems to promise it." He smiled. "So, do you come here often?" He asked, trying to make conversation.<br/><a class="username" data-user-id="1131" data-username="@Tinkii" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1131/">@Tinkii</a><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="1212" data-username="@SpiritBurn" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1212/">@SpiritBurn</a>