Kall looked at Daniel and the bottle he slid into her front. The color of the liquid was diferent.
Hell. Even the bar looked diferent by now.
"What's this?" She asked.
"The good stuff." Daniel replied.
She shrugged and drank the remaning whisky in her glass and poured some of the strange bottle. She smelled it and twisted her nose. "Oh hells, what's this? Devil's blood?"
"Better." Daniel grinned as a half drunk man could.
She swigged it and felt it fall on her stomach like a lump of lead.
Not even one minute afterwards, she started to feel too hot and clothes started to fly in direction of the 'sair dancer in the pole.
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop