"Bourbon," Gage supplied. "A particular type that I could ever get my hands on in this little out of the way shop on the corner of the street I used to live on." It was strong, tasted of vanilla and a hint of something else, he'd put his money on it being either honey or something caramel. He wasn't a chef after all, didn't have the palette.
He scrubbed a hand through his hair though his movement stilled at his ear where his fingers caught and rubbed for a moment.