“Well, that’s disappointing to h…” Griff had started to speak, responding to the idea of competition only to have Marcus talk again, this time offering to keep an eye out. Just for him.
“Thank you,” he said graciously while accepting the bottle, “that would be greatly appreciated.”
Like it or not a wide smile stretched across Griff’s face at the idea. What Marcus offered was a simple gesture, a blend of words said just the right way that didn’t even need to be followed through with, but it still made Griff feel better. Important somehow; like he belonged. Hell, he even glowed so much at the offer that he didn’t bother to point out the difference between scotch whiskey and Tennessee whiskey and how he assumed the Americans were after the latter. Or couldn’t even tell the difference which made Griff shudder even more.
It was with that in mind that Griff found it slightly easier to relax in his seat. One arm still wrapped protectively around his side and Grimes seemed ever watchful, but sitting there talking about liquor sure did make Marcus seem more familiar somehow.
Looking at the bottle in his hand, Griff turned questioning eyes back to Marcus. “So I get the feeling there’s some real art to drinking this…” It was like prodding a playful bear; Marcus was so intent on his description of the alcohol that Griff really just couldn’t help himself.
“Am I meant to just swig it outta the bottle or do I need to turn three times fast and say a ‘Hail Mary’?”