parkvincents:
Vincent peers up at the woman and smiles sheepishly before taking stock of the liquor bottles in front of him. With the meager selection and the absence of any real supplies, he was going to have to improvise. He grabs two bottles and tries his best to eyeball the right amount of each liquid. Content with what he had poured, Vincent grabs a straw and stirs the cocktail before handing it to the woman. “Sorry,” he gestures to the ghetto little makeshift bar, “I tried my best.”
The female wasn’t sure why she ordered such drink now that she took a good look at the bar; there was hardly anything and a part of her wished she just ordered the same thing everything was drinking. Maybe then she would have a better time at this party. Chuckling, Jaymes took the drink from him as she shrugged her shoulders, making a face at the drink briefly before taking a sip. The drink caught her by surprise, not quite sure how to describe it. For a makeshift bar with very limited selection, the male managed to make a tolerable cocktail. “It’s...not what I expected but thank you.” She muttered, eyeing the liquor bottles in front of him before speaking up once again. “What type of drink can you even make with such... limited selection?”
