She takes the shot glass from his hand, lifts it in a toast, and takes a delicate sip: fruit-sweet and rich and cold, as advertised, enough that she half expects to see her breath when she lowers the glass. The cold and sweetness mask the strength of it; the kick as she swallows is so subtle it's nearly subliminal.
She lets out a slow appreciative breath, and smiles at him over the rim of the shot glass.
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Date: 2008-10-20 05:18 am (UTC)She lets out a slow appreciative breath, and smiles at him over the rim of the shot glass.
"Very nice."