Good evening, my lady. [ This one, her intuition told her right away, carried with her a regal bearing, and wouldn't get any casual "lass'ing" from her. Scathach carried with her the one contribution she made to the potluck, if one could call it that; a bottle of amber liquid and two snifters.
As she sat down, she pulled the glass cork from the bottle and poured out a portion of the drink for herself, setting it near the candle before turning her attention back to Allura. ]
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As she sat down, she pulled the glass cork from the bottle and poured out a portion of the drink for herself, setting it near the candle before turning her attention back to Allura. ]
You may call me Lancer. Do you drink scotch?