Oh, it was wonderful to see another closer to her age who hadn't given into pomp and circumstance. Because Sidney certainly had not, all style and with such a wonderfully expressive face! Shara had never learned the appeal of keeping everything hidden, and why should he, with as cute of a face as he had?
"Aye, honeyed words and pretty eyes, is that your skeleton key?" They had only known one another for ten minutes, but Shara already felt at ease enough to skip right to teasing him. Somehow she didn't think he would protest. A thanks was given in the form of a nod at the ice as she mirrored him, smelling her drink before taking a generous pull from the glass, "I haven't named it yet, what do you think?" They say naming things was a dangerous practice, it wasn't really yours until it had a name, was it? The alcohol rushed through her veins like a stream bolstered by the rain, warming her to her bones and sending a wave of goosebumps down her skin as a wave of that unique sort of giddy feeling that felt like static electricity bouncing across her fingertips that could only come with something so strongly created with her own magic. The flavors burst across her tongue in a swirling dance like a cake with just one more hidden layer you didn't expect.