She copies me, real careful, an'I nod. "There y'go. Y'can't drink'is stuff fast; try, an' ye'll burn yer tongue right out. S'a slow sorta drink, whisky'is fine. Jes' take't one sip atta time. Soon ye'll start pickin' out more'a th'flavours." Take a sip'a m'own, close m'eyes 's th'warmth crawls 'cross m'tongue. "Takes a bitta time t'teach yer tongue th'trick ovvit."
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Date: 2010-10-03 01:52 am (UTC)