After the proposal came a quick serving, the next moment, Fell faced Ol'Man Moha with two glasses of liquor and a bottle separating them. If at first, the only thing rhyming their silent sips was the occasional rambles from the habitual drunkard of Pig's Paw.
After what seemed like a long minute, Fell was the first one who broke the silence, bitterly commentating on the quality of the liquor that burned the back of his throat.
"Quite harsh", he muttered as an unsightly expression flashed on his face with every sip he took. "Where did you get this booze, old man?" he asked after swallowing a delicate mouthful that made him choke in a virulent cough.
A dry chuckle escaped from Moha's lips, the short laugh couldn't help but quickly escalate into strings of endless laughter as he caught signs of a red hue in the youth's eyes.
"You really can hold your own," he finally managed to add in the midst of his laughter.
