<i>Darren quirked a brow. It was not common for females to be the ones buying him a drink. <b>"Darlin' that feels kinda wrong. Shouldn't I be the one buyin' you a drink?"</b> he'd say, though the smile he flashed when the second glass of whiskey arrived betrayed his attempt at being a gentleman. <b>"Tho' thanks for it."</b><br/>
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His initial glass was left half empty, so he resumed sipping from it before he could enjoy his gifted one. Turning to the Blood Elven woman and examining her in thorough detail, he'd utter after a few seconds of silence. <b>"So, what brings someone such as yerself to this... `lovely` ol' port?"</b></i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>