Snippet #2535145

Bowen looked the woman up and down, pausing on her curves only briefly before taking in her face and her scent, unique to her but also a part of her pack.

Aberfeldy 21 is a single malt whiskey. Twenty-one years of aging placed it as a flagship vintage for the brand. It was expensive for this location but not something he would normally drink if he wanted scotch. He raised the glass to his face and smiled. Its nose was a mixture honey with a just a hint of fruit. The drink had a thick malt, enlivened by a fresh, zesty quality. Don't let that fool anyone though. It was still whiskey. He turned to the woman, producing a smile of his own but not drinking yet.

Bowen chuckled at something he nearly said that he found greatly amusing before speaking. "Thanks. My name is Bowen Eli Davion and I was born in Qeulaya in the summer of 1432. That country was absorbed some time ago into the Terran National Government." He commented as if giving a lesson in history and then sipped his drink, letting the smooth vanilla and refined smokey flavor pass over his tongue and down the back of his throat. He lowered the drink and half extended his right hand to the woman. "Your name?"