Roman | Marsh: OPEN
“You know,” Roman offered, swirling the liquid in the glass around gently so as not to spill it. “Usually I prefer whiskey, but this martini is unlike anything else I’ve tasted before.” It was sheer Heaven. “And most definitely shaken. Who stirs a martini?” As if that was acceptable at all.
“Led Zeppelin. I know them, yes. Quite an interesting outfit choice, though. Not in a bad way. Those pants are, let’s say they’re interesting. Complimentary, even.”