Natalie McDonald doesn't want to grow up. (rookie_card) wrote in wished,
Nodding, Natalie took a healthy sip of her drink. It had a warming sensation not like the burn of firewhiskey but something more unique, she quite preferred it. It didn't fade either but just seemed to spread through her the way a good scotch did after a few shots. "I like it," she said, giving the drink a little swirl to watch the liquid's lazy slosh. She took another sip and squeezed Gretchen's knee. "A lot."