Snippet #2433171

"Cheap liquor. I was told that it was of the kind to remedy sober thoughts with headaches, forgetfulness, and amnesia. It does little in the way of these things, as well as taste and quality..." The retorted issued forth from pursed lips was more autonomic than anything.

"If by strong you mean disgusting then yes, it is quite strong... And it is kinda creepy, isn't it?" Abdul placed his fingertips atop the book before allowing them to caress it's tanned flesh whilst memories of it's acquirement flashed forth across somber optics, regret brimming within a unfocused glare.

"Again, my apologies. I don't believe I'll be much help. I wouldn't dare sample the cuisine of a 'gentleman's club', let alone enough times to actually give an opinion of it. You are a brave man daring to test fate in such a way..."