[She nods, chewing on the inside of her cheek before she turns away from him and heads toward one of the small cabinets near her sink. She pulls out two glass tumblers and a bottle of scotch. For her, the taste has been acquired, but she's not so sure Isaac will handle it as well. The heat in her room also means there's not much hope of ice, but she doesn't mind that either. Pouring herself a healthy amount, she pushes the glass aside and fills the other with a bid of modesty.
Hayley will bring Isaac the glass and hand it to him.]
I have others... if scotch isn't the right fit for you.
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Hayley will bring Isaac the glass and hand it to him.]
I have others... if scotch isn't the right fit for you.