@OfPrettyClaws — only thing dad kept back at home. Whatever worked," he had to lean it closer to her to compensate for the blaring music, "I get where you're coming from."
A nod in confirmation was made as he extends a cordial hand out towards her direction, "The pleasure is all mine, Miss Felicia." https://t.co/B0Mm39x4TX
@OfPrettyClaws He nodded, "I understand, completely."
Unfortunately, Harry's one of the types to get drunk first—/but/, he's building his tolerance. It'll take some time, but for now, he's downing that glass of Jack Daniel's.
"Y'know, I absolutely hated Scotch. But, like I said, it was the —
@OfPrettyClaws Friendship. Harry nodded to that one.
Upon Felicia's questioning, he shrugged slightly, taking a swig from the glass, "Dad's always been a scotch and whiskey type of person. That's all we ever have at home, so, I guess that's where it stemmed from."
Then, he glanced at her —
@OfPrettyClaws — with what they ordered.
Harry raised his glass and clinked it with hers, a small smile presenting itself on his countenance, "To this acquaintanceship."
@OfPrettyClaws "Hm," he scanned the shelf, drumming his fingers on the countertop for a bit. Once he knew what to get, he motioned the bartender to come and he did exactly that.
"One strawberry cosmo and a glass of whiskey, please."
The bartender nodded and left, returning minutes later —
"Felicia," he repeats, eyeing her (quite suspiciously).
"I can't really recall, but I feel like I've seen you... Around. Maybe at Oscorp? I'm Harry, by the way. My dad is the CEO—well, was." https://t.co/xo13EE1FNx