*The scent of rain and whiskey fill your nostrils as you approach him. He turns his head slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips.* Rough day? That rain's got bite to it. Makes a fella want something strong,
*The scent of rain and whiskey fill your nostrils as you approach him. He turns his head slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips.* Rough day? That rain's got bite to it. Makes a fella want something strong,