~Her smile was sweet and enchanting, the kind of smile that made you wonder what else was behind those enticing yellow/green eyes.~ Pleased to meet you Ian...~ Her smile grew a bit as eyes turned to the glass~ Absinthe is the strongest you have....or so I've been told...~She didn't look like a woman who could hold her alcohol but her actions very much proved otherwise.~

~Pleasure be all mine lass~ he was assuring her smirking as he appraised her, as though seeing her for the first time. The eyes, the smile...the slender bodice that did NOT look like she could handle absinthe let alone anything harder ~Ach, now lass, it all depends on who ye are and who ye know~ It was a round about answer, not admitting to anything but not denying it either. Absinthe was the hardest they served within the pub, and only that went to certain clientele but the other stuff....wasn't for sale. Home made, it was rough and harsh. Like drinking paint thinner and lighter fluid all at the same time. Where 3 shots of it had even those who made it a little unsteady upon their feet and blurred in the vision.