Navaya sat with far less visible tension than she had moments ago. Her posture was more relaxed and her smile had returned after Johnny deftly steered their conversation into lighter topics. She stood up, the loose dress she wore fell to just above her knee and Johnny couldn't help following her movement with his gaze.
" I'm going to make myself a drink, want me to get you anything?" She asked, that small smile still on her face.
" Whiskey." Johnny said and Navaya's smile turned into a grimace. His lips twitched in amusement at her expression. Navaya had always hated the taste of whiskey, and didn't own any as a result. " Anything you have will do."
