[He's still focusing on the swirl of the drink in the glass, actually having looked at two types of whiskey enough to know that there's a difference in color in the liquids that are served in the Down and the Up. He's actually not a huge fan of either, but the bite is similar and the taste is the same.

He's looking at the drink but Dante is frowning, hearing cast towards her footsteps, and the air he's breathing is slightly insufficient for him to feed his lungs on. He takes a deep breath, sends her a smile back when he sees her. Blames that on the memories of her in the forest, on the look she gave him before a hungry kiss clouded his judgment. ] It's where they keep their stuff. The place I work at is in the Up, but I like it here a little better.

[He waves at the small counter and the fridge in the corner of the room.] Wanna pick your poison?