[ He prefers it dry and bitter, just like his soul. Day drinking isn't a good look, but it's chaos out there, and Fenris has a solid tolerance. A single glass wine might as well be water for how much it affects him. So, sure. He'll indulge.
He finds them a booth in some relatively quiet corner of the bar, tucked away enough that any eavesdroppers would be immediately obvious. He slides in, then taps his fingers impatiently on the table while he waits. ]
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[ He prefers it dry and bitter, just like his soul. Day drinking isn't a good look, but it's chaos out there, and Fenris has a solid tolerance. A single glass wine might as well be water for how much it affects him. So, sure. He'll indulge.
He finds them a booth in some relatively quiet corner of the bar, tucked away enough that any eavesdroppers would be immediately obvious. He slides in, then taps his fingers impatiently on the table while he waits. ]