<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EDk3Aq4XUAAbMSK.jpg)<br/></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> Taffy Silk<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><br/>"No schnapps? That's some kind of outrage, I demand... Hmm, hotel? Mmm, okay then."<br/><br/>I smile at the tentative touch, and try to focus back on the subject at hand. Which is alcohol.<br/><br/>"White Russian, sounds good to me. Although I may slide gently off my chair if I have more than one. I drink you're trying to get me thunk."<br/><br/>I smile happily.