The Envy

Livius couldn't help himself when he saw another inquire about a hundred-year-old whisky only for the bottle to be put back on the shelf as it was out of the others' price range. But it wasn't out of the daemonfey's, though it wasn't like he even liked whisky; he wanted it solely because the other did. And it wasn't that he just bought a tumbler of it, no, he bought the whole bottle. But like everything that came into Livius' possession, it lost value in his eyes. He poured a generous amount of the amber liquid into a glass for himself, not giving it its due worth and downed the liquid. He poured a second glass for himself, then another for the other whom he had spotted watching him. "Apparently something like this should be enjoyed in company.” Aslong as the man who wanted it originally didn’t get any Livius would be satisfied with that.