InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Pride, Before the Fall ❯ Single Malt Scotch ( Chapter 7 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Langus 
Takes place three months prior.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.07.2009 | Updated On: 11.07.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 262 | Visits: 241 | Status: Completed
Takes place three months prior.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.07.2009 | Updated On: 11.07.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 262 | Visits: 241 | Status: Completed
Chapter: 7
As bars went, Re’Cue fit his niche – subtle and elegant, with an ambiance that set the mood for hours of quiet contemplation.
Studying what was left of his drink, he debated the prudence of requesting another. The temptation of a 12 years-aged, honeyed amber, single malt Scotch Whisky was almost too great for his refined palette to pass up.
He used to think that nothing in life could surpass the perfection of that first burning sip, blooming with subtle hints of overripe apples, wood smoke and lilacs.
Then he met her - a vivacious, dark-haired girl named Kagome who feared nothing and lived for the moment.
She lacked refinement and poise, and seriously needed to reconsider her habit of allowing whatever was on her mind tumble uncensored from her mouth, but he found he preferred her that way.
She intrigued him, to say the least.
Wearing a wry grin, he finished what was left of his drink in a single sip. It was time to go. At home was a far more tempting lure waiting for him; his own personal brand of single malt Scotch, in the form of a five foot nothing girl, aged to perfection and worth savouring.
Author's Note: Takes place 3 months prior to my previous entry, "Prophecy".
Written for the Dokuga_Contest LJ group's weekly drabble challenge. The theme for this week was "Amber", to be covered in 200 words exactly.
As bars went, Re’Cue fit his niche – subtle and elegant, with an ambiance that set the mood for hours of quiet contemplation.
Studying what was left of his drink, he debated the prudence of requesting another. The temptation of a 12 years-aged, honeyed amber, single malt Scotch Whisky was almost too great for his refined palette to pass up.
He used to think that nothing in life could surpass the perfection of that first burning sip, blooming with subtle hints of overripe apples, wood smoke and lilacs.
Then he met her - a vivacious, dark-haired girl named Kagome who feared nothing and lived for the moment.
She lacked refinement and poise, and seriously needed to reconsider her habit of allowing whatever was on her mind tumble uncensored from her mouth, but he found he preferred her that way.
She intrigued him, to say the least.
Wearing a wry grin, he finished what was left of his drink in a single sip. It was time to go. At home was a far more tempting lure waiting for him; his own personal brand of single malt Scotch, in the form of a five foot nothing girl, aged to perfection and worth savouring.
Author's Note: Takes place 3 months prior to my previous entry, "Prophecy".
Written for the Dokuga_Contest LJ group's weekly drabble challenge. The theme for this week was "Amber", to be covered in 200 words exactly.