❝ I’ll drink whatever, as long as the drink’s strong, oui ? ❞
Not entirely one to be picky, he enjoys many types of hard styles,
depending on one’s mood, too. Simply wanting something to burn
but also ENOUGH to not put him on his ass.
“Sure— “
A muttered reply, somewhat thankful that he could just pour whatever was on the top shelf. Within a moment, he was placing the glass before the tall male, with a mystery liquor waiting to be had.
“Some imported stuff, not sure what it is, but enjoy– I think.”
❝ Mm?? Delivery for what? N’ if there is a bar, I’ll stop by. ❞
Amber eyes glance to the side, eyeing his casual surroundings
before letting them befall once again towards the blond.
“Delivery for whatever you want delivering. Mn.. Fair enough, what drink are you havin’- ??”
Glowing irises flicker with movement as he regards the stranger for a moment, before looking back at the various bottles that lined the shelves. It wasn’t often that he took over for Tifa’s sake, he would hope the order be a simple one.
