[it's only fair he give the scant few businesses in town his patronage, right?
he's... curious, anyway. he stops by one day after working on the school, a bit dirty and sawdusty and sweaty, but, well, stuff like that isn't really a huge deal where he's from, so... sorry to luca and any patrons near where livio sits at the bar.
he just stares behind the counter without saying anything. he doesn't know what the fuck most of the bottles are.]
[Well, of all the people Luca expects to walk through those doors, it certainly isn't Livio. They've had such a strange, up and down relationship, haven't they? Never mind one that culiminated in the kind of physical intimacy that Luca hadn't partaken in in some years.
If ever at all.
Truthfully, he has half of a mind to duck back into the storeroom to let his ghostly co-proprietor handle this mess but... Unfortunately, he's pretty sure he's been spotted by now. And it isn't as if his spirit bartender can offer advice.]
We both acted unlike ourselves. Thus we both have something to apologize for.
[Luca looks him up and down once more, before turning around. He pours something of a lighter color, before turning back. It's rife with bubbles. If he bothers to taste it, he'll find the sweet taste of a moscato.]
One free drink between friends. Consider it me just trying to figure out your tastes, if you wish.
[of course livio tastes it! it would be stupid rude not to. he's just making a mental note to add the price of it to his tip at the end of his evening out, that's all.
his brows lift as he sips, thinks on it, sips again. he's laughing quietly as he sets the glass back down for now.]
That's a hell of a lot better than straight whiskey.
Shoot, I'll try anythin' you'd recommend, at least once. Wasteful, otherwise. [even if the thing he'd be wasting isn't strictly necessary for survival. but it feels rude to point that out to a... bartender / tavern owner.] I'm still learnin' what sorta flavors I like in the first place.
It was the easiest work to pick up on the road. I knew my way around labels and bottles enough to be a dab hand where necessary. A few nights of work would get me to the next town, at least.
[At least you're not a Vouivre, half-drunk and bemoaning his weird love life. That'd just be ridiculous.]
Indeed. I left home eight years ago, and have yet to return. [He chuckles, all without a single drop of humor.] Though I suppose this is the furthest I have ever been.
[livio can't relate to having a home. at least, not one that he's willing to admit as such, even if his heart says otherwise. he wants to ask more, but isn't sure what's considered nosy or too friendly. maybe he'll drink the rest of his glass while he thinks over his next words.]
It reminds me of home. And it is what I know best, at least as far as talents that can be applied on the road.
[There are also the spare bounties he picks up when he needs, but that's not exactly a topic for pleasant company. Not that he thinks someone like Livio would clutch his pearls over the topic. Warm as his exterior might be, you don't get to be as big and as broad as a man like that without having won a few fights. Never mind the weapons at his sides.]
[luca makes it sound sooo appetizing... but again, livio won't waste it. he does smell it first, and his eyes almost pop out of his head. he looks like he regrets this for a second, but ultimately sighs and sips on it, too.
and chokes. and gasps. and pants a little.]
Oh, jeez, that's -- Christ.
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Well. It sure does taste... clean. [luca. did you actually feed him disinfectant?]
I don't usually recommend people drink it straight.
[But didn't you just - Never mind.
He pours another tumbler of Gin. This time, though, he mixes it with some sort of greenish colored liquid, as well as a second bottle of liquor that smells far more sweet and floral. Finally, a more syrupy mixture is added in, before all parts are mixed together.
Well. [He shakes the bottle of liqueur with a smirk.] This is used typically to ease summer illnesses. It has a pleasant enough sweetness, so when combined with a bit of syrup, gin, and a bit of citrus juice...
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he's... curious, anyway. he stops by one day after working on the school, a bit dirty and sawdusty and sweaty, but, well, stuff like that isn't really a huge deal where he's from, so... sorry to luca and any patrons near where livio sits at the bar.
he just stares behind the counter without saying anything. he doesn't know what the fuck most of the bottles are.]
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If ever at all.
Truthfully, he has half of a mind to duck back into the storeroom to let his ghostly co-proprietor handle this mess but... Unfortunately, he's pretty sure he's been spotted by now. And it isn't as if his spirit bartender can offer advice.]
You look lost.
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well. they did say they would both probably act a little weird after the fact. it shouldn't come as a surprise.
maybe livio should just run damage control ahead of time.]
... Think I already owe you another apology, Mr. Aurelius.
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I think the feeling is mutual.
[He tries to crack a smile. Swears he sees the spirit out of the corner of his eye laughing.]
How about a drink on the house. To make up for it all.
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And anyway, I didn't come for free stuff. Came to offer my shells in exchange for goods 'n services. Y'know, normal, uh, customer stuff.
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[Luca looks him up and down once more, before turning around. He pours something of a lighter color, before turning back. It's rife with bubbles. If he bothers to taste it, he'll find the sweet taste of a moscato.]
One free drink between friends. Consider it me just trying to figure out your tastes, if you wish.
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[of course livio tastes it! it would be stupid rude not to. he's just making a mental note to add the price of it to his tip at the end of his evening out, that's all.
his brows lift as he sips, thinks on it, sips again. he's laughing quietly as he sets the glass back down for now.]
That's a hell of a lot better than straight whiskey.
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[He just might side-eye them along the way.]
If I must drink, I prefer much sweeter profiles like this. Though we do have a selection of drier palates, if that interests you.
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This the kinda work you're used to?
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[He motions to the pot of stew currently bubbling away.]
There's food to be had. And non-alcoholic beverages can be provided as well. I'm not particular.
[At Livio's question, Luca simply shrugs. His gaze finally flicks away.]
It was the easiest work to pick up on the road. I knew my way around labels and bottles enough to be a dab hand where necessary. A few nights of work would get me to the next town, at least.
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The travelin' sort, huh? Me, too.
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[At least you're not a Vouivre, half-drunk and bemoaning his weird love life. That'd just be ridiculous.]
Indeed. I left home eight years ago, and have yet to return. [He chuckles, all without a single drop of humor.] Though I suppose this is the furthest I have ever been.
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You do it 'cuz you like it, or...?
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[There are also the spare bounties he picks up when he needs, but that's not exactly a topic for pleasant company. Not that he thinks someone like Livio would clutch his pearls over the topic. Warm as his exterior might be, you don't get to be as big and as broad as a man like that without having won a few fights. Never mind the weapons at his sides.]
Any thoughts on what you would like to try next?
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[he gets that, at least. especially now.
... but this feels kind of miserable. he didn't come here to make luca feel bad.]
... Sorry. Uh, somethin' harder, maybe? Never even gotten buzzy before. Is that the right word?
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[He shakes his head and turns back to the shelves. It's easier to compose himself when he's pretending to be busy.]
What parts do you like about whiskey? What do you not like?
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Small mercies, I guess.
[he takes a moment to think on that. it's hard to put taste to words.]
... I'm not sure. It just tastes like burning, I guess.
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[And with that in mind, Luca shuffles around until he pulls down a bottle of gin. He pours some of it into a tumbler, then pushes it over.]
Let me know what you think.
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and chokes. and gasps. and pants a little.]
Oh, jeez, that's -- Christ.
[...]
Well. It sure does taste... clean. [luca. did you actually feed him disinfectant?]
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[But didn't you just - Never mind.
He pours another tumbler of Gin. This time, though, he mixes it with some sort of greenish colored liquid, as well as a second bottle of liquor that smells far more sweet and floral. Finally, a more syrupy mixture is added in, before all parts are mixed together.
He passes this one over as well.]
Try this, instead.
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maybe he eyes the cocktail for a moment before trying it, as well. after a moment, his brows raise.]
Oh. This one's nice, actually. What's that other stuff you put in it?
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[He motions to the drink.]
There you have it.
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I don't... know if that's how it should taste but. [Shaking his head.] Would you like something else to try?
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Sure!
[still happily sipping on this, in the meantime.]
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