[ Henry's attention is grabbed, looking up from his stash, when the word whiskey is mentioned. Effortlessly, he catches the bottle and trades it for the absinthe. Not a huge fan of the stuff, even though he isn't being particularly picky during this time period.
He looks it over, brushing his thumb over the fingerprints on the glass, not saying anything. This hunt was risky, they both knew this much, as people held onto what little they had for dear life. He doesn't need booze to survive, but like hell he was going for so long without it. ]
Never thought I'd get to try such ancient stuff. I'm half prepared to have the inside of my throat go up in flames.
[ He opens it up, hovering it below his nose for a whiff. Immediately recoils. ]
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He looks it over, brushing his thumb over the fingerprints on the glass, not saying anything. This hunt was risky, they both knew this much, as people held onto what little they had for dear life. He doesn't need booze to survive, but like hell he was going for so long without it. ]
Never thought I'd get to try such ancient stuff. I'm half prepared to have the inside of my throat go up in flames.
[ He opens it up, hovering it below his nose for a whiff. Immediately recoils. ]
Whew.