Better than the alternative. [ He doubts she'd enjoy a double-whiskey sour any better. While they wait for her drink, he drums his fingers against the bartop in idle metronome -- matching the bass-line. He's not even aware of doing it. The beat is almost inviting, but the lyrics remind him of hip-hop tuga that enemies played in South America. Lyrics about shootouts and gang warfare and slapping bitches around. It's a rhythm that puts you on edge, ready to do the same. In battle, it disorients the opponent, screws with his sense of balance. ]
[ Predictable, how reminders of his past life creep in everywhere. ]
It's named after a silver screen actress. It's non-alcoholic. [ He doesn't add, Because it's meant for kids. At length, the drink slides their way -- a pink fishbowl of floating cherries and strawberries. Enjoy, Korra. Or don't -- he has no idea if it'll suit you better. ]
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[ Predictable, how reminders of his past life creep in everywhere. ]
It's named after a silver screen actress. It's non-alcoholic. [ He doesn't add, Because it's meant for kids. At length, the drink slides their way -- a pink fishbowl of floating cherries and strawberries. Enjoy, Korra. Or don't -- he has no idea if it'll suit you better. ]