<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BFFF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Peter Halvardson</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">'The Viking'</span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Peter laughed and shook his head. Getting her drunk was the last thing he wanted.<br/><span style="color: #FF8000"><br/>"Oh yes, of course, a drunk, stubborn bitch with sore muscles may indeed make my day at the next shift. Especially if she decides to hit on me on sole 65. No, Alice, I don't want to make you drunk, but I appreciate some open degustation notes. I own that winery and it is my wine and I am still not completely sure if I like the way they made it. But my opinion is one of a man, I would like to have one of a woman."</span><br/><br/>He knew that it must have been a shock. Because he was pretty sure that neither the winery, nor a lot of other firms he owned were in her dossier. His name was not connected with these firms, but who said that he could only use one name?<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Other than that I would say that the company of a beautiful woman deserves some proper atmosphere, wouldn't you say? I like Bull's company too, but sorry, just to imagine that I will talk shop with Bull about wine and its making sounds ridiculous."</span><br/><br/>He sipped again at his wine and marvelled at the taste. They had done a great job with this wine, he just believed that the aftertaste was not catchy enough. But again, it was complaining on a very high level.</div>