Re: Quicklog, Webster's Vinyl: Daniel/Newt
To, what? Feel it? [The alcohol, he meant. He wasn't judgmental, only curious. He'd not known this was the goal. Newt looked over from where he leaned to Daniel at the table, to the glasses on tabletop. Daniel beckoned, and Newt came, not unamused by the use 'swill.'] Charitable, [was all he said, dryly, as he took the chair next to Daniel's, rather than across from him. A gentle, subtle swirl of fingers uncorked the swill wherever it sat, and Newt beckoned it over to pour into the empty glass.
Red spilled from bottle mouth like a tongue of burgundy. Newt shooed the bottle away, then allowed his glass to float closer, though he didn't drink from it immediately. He looked to Daniel beside him.] Oh, what troubles anyone, I suppose. [Newt let himself sink slightly in his chair, his legs long alongside Daniel's, and knees wide. He smiled at the vampire, but, for once, he didn't say anything.]