"You know what, sir?" She said, licking the taste of Sambuca from her lips. "Your company is some of the best I've had in my entire lifetime. Regardless of novels or shit, you're a lot of fun." Abi beamed widely, meaning every word. "Now I got corny, we're even stevens.
She did laugh at that, "Yeah, sure, jealous. The only one who's gonna be jealous is me; I want your talent and Fitzgerald's. Imagine how incredible... sadly never to be."
The strong aniseed flavour of the Sambuca wouldn't disappear and the Goldschlager started to look like a beacon of hope. "This is why Sambuca gets done and out of the way with first. The rest are a lot better, though, perhaps not the Jaegermeister. You'd need to be a hardened drinker for that to be palatable."
The liquor glittered in her shot glass and though she was loathe to drink something so beautiful, she downed it anyway, swaying only slightly in her seat as the alcohol filtered into her motor skills. "Smooth." she coughed a little.