The taste of his highball did take Much right back, and for a moment, especially with the music playing in the background, he could have believed it was the twenties again. Although the smells - this century smelled a whole lot different to al the centuries that came before.
It was a tasty drink, though. It went down real fast and real easy. "I like the sound of that," Much said, his smile back at her not at all depreciating. "Like you're writing your own self. Nice."