A bottle shifted - she peered at the man on the opposite aisle nonchalantly. “Clearly is is not of good taste.” If one could so easily mimick a bottle of Scotch with anything such a person didn’t warrant the full bodied taste. They had stopped appreciating the boldness of the drink and thus lost the importance. If you were into something you gave it your all.
“Who am I to direct your otherwise?”
She moved the bottle back to obstruct her view of the man and she won’t about her browsing.