Rin moved closer to see it for himself. The strong scent almost burned his nose. He was sure that it was indeed whiskey.
Evan poured himself a glass and held it up. The amber liquid gleamed under the chandelier.
With a smirk, he hovered his hand over the glass. Ice bloomed from his palm, forming neat cubes that clinked into the drink.
Rin's eyes sparkled.
"Whoa... magic ice?" He reached for the glass slowly, cautiously. "Do I drink this? Is it rude to refuse?"
Evan simply smiled.
"If you refuse, I'll have to find a different hole to force it into your body. Down there would be good,"
"Haha! Thanks for the drink, sir!" Rin said, taking just a sip. He squeezed his face he felt the small liquid burning his throat.
"Well, was that ice magic?" Rin asked again, finding a way to change the topic and avoid drinking alcohol.
"You look interested in magic despite knowing you can't use it," Evan said as he gulped the drink at a go and began to pour another round into his glass cup.
