The comment and the accompanying wink startle a laugh out of Faraday, and he accepts the bottle of whiskey easily enough.
"You do have such lovely eyes," Faraday agrees archly as he uncorks the bottle. He pours out a shot of whiskey for each of them, and once that's done, he cups his chin with his hand, elbow resting on his knee. He continues on, his voice affecting a flirtatious edge, though it's immediately belied by his words, "So dark and brown, on account of how you're full of so much shit."
As Vasquez rummages through Faraday's purchases, Faraday throws back the shot, wincing a little at the burn that runs down his throat. He's had more than enough to drink at the bar, of course, but restraint has never been a strong suit. He sighs once it passes, wiping at the corner of his mouth, and he lifts his head at Vasquez's question.
"Should be in there," he says, and if Vasquez flushes, if he's adamantly avoiding Faraday's gaze, the dark and the drink help Faraday not to notice. "No idea what you need it for," and this, he says a little pointedly, "but I got it."
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"You do have such lovely eyes," Faraday agrees archly as he uncorks the bottle. He pours out a shot of whiskey for each of them, and once that's done, he cups his chin with his hand, elbow resting on his knee. He continues on, his voice affecting a flirtatious edge, though it's immediately belied by his words, "So dark and brown, on account of how you're full of so much shit."
As Vasquez rummages through Faraday's purchases, Faraday throws back the shot, wincing a little at the burn that runs down his throat. He's had more than enough to drink at the bar, of course, but restraint has never been a strong suit. He sighs once it passes, wiping at the corner of his mouth, and he lifts his head at Vasquez's question.
"Should be in there," he says, and if Vasquez flushes, if he's adamantly avoiding Faraday's gaze, the dark and the drink help Faraday not to notice. "No idea what you need it for," and this, he says a little pointedly, "but I got it."