What washes down, refreshingly cool yet with a light hint of mint is ... tea. Sure, it *LOOKS* like a single-malt, and it even harbors the light perfume of some of the best in the business, but the actual flavor is... ...is... ...is tame.
"Tiny" sends a light microburst of static, "You're on duty, chum, or that would have been genuine. Can't have you losing your focus because of a little afternoon delight! We'll enjoy the real thing soon enough, *AFTER* we've secured some insurance on a bet or two. I do hope you understand, business before pleasure..."
"Tiny" continues grinning, fires off a quick wink in salute... |
