Her joke had Dalton chuckling, pausing for a moment to let her slip on the slippers she'd picked for herself. He was glad he'd thought to find more sizes than his own, to accommodate a variety of guests even if he hadn't had many people over in his time in the city.
When she was on slippered feed, Dalton led the way into the living room, making his way to the bar cabinet as she sought out on of the couches. The bar cabinet was richly appointed, filled with the needed glassware and mixologist tools, along with plentiful of spirits and mixers for any taste.
He reached for a bottle of gin, turning it over in his hands, as he joked a little back at her. “The best ideas come to those who are a little intoxicated,” he said, reaching for a balloon glass. “But how many hold up in the cold light of day is another matter. What would you like? I have a selection; gin, brandy, whiskey... well, I suppose I have everything. Mixers too, if you'd prefer a cocktail?”
Dalton paused, the butt of the bottle of gin resting on the top of the cabinet as he lightly spun the balloon glass. He looked to Lin, waiting for her response.
When she was on slippered feed, Dalton led the way into the living room, making his way to the bar cabinet as she sought out on of the couches. The bar cabinet was richly appointed, filled with the needed glassware and mixologist tools, along with plentiful of spirits and mixers for any taste.
He reached for a bottle of gin, turning it over in his hands, as he joked a little back at her. “The best ideas come to those who are a little intoxicated,” he said, reaching for a balloon glass. “But how many hold up in the cold light of day is another matter. What would you like? I have a selection; gin, brandy, whiskey... well, I suppose I have everything. Mixers too, if you'd prefer a cocktail?”
Dalton paused, the butt of the bottle of gin resting on the top of the cabinet as he lightly spun the balloon glass. He looked to Lin, waiting for her response.