<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/29/fe/e3/29fee345d3ea45a495a6225f5a662886.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Corwin Lynch (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293586.msg14412647#msg14412647)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>9-ish, June First<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Lanai, Bar<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Quenching a Thirst<br/><strong>Content Rating:</strong>Light<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Selene David, OPEN<br/><hr/><em>"Scotch, neat."</em><br/><br/>Just hearing the words were like music to his ears. Sure, he was Irish and was supposed to hate any whiskey springing from Scotland, but in the end, he just couldn't deny it, or himself for any more than a drowning man could deny himself water. Corwin didn't care where it came from. It was his ambrosia.<br/><br/>Which was why it was such a treat to hear it from somebody else's lips. He hadn't asked about which brand he'd been taking since it would be half soda anyways, but he had been pleasantly surprised. He turned around, catching a sight of the bottle before the bartender tucked it out of sight.<br/><br/>He raised an eyebrow. He had to taste their good stuff.<br/><br/>Corwin took another sip of his drink before moving over to the brunette with excellent taste, tugging lightly at his jacket as he leaned against the bar.<br/><br/>"Excellent choice, if you don't mind my saying," He tilted his head toward the glass in her hand," If I'd known that this place offered such fantastic vintages, I'd have come here years ago," It wasn't the wittiest of double entendres, but the night was young and he was a bit rusty. No shame in admitting that, just walk it off.<br/><br/>He offered his hand," Corwin Lynch," He said, pronouncing the 'w' in his name with a 'v' instead.