[ That's a good question. Wynonna reaches for the bottle and turns it to study the label, then shrugs. ]
Tastes like cheap whiskey to me, whatever it is.
[ So probably... cheap whiskey. She unscrews the cap with a lazy flick of her finger and reaches to pour out a measure in a clean glass. Once the whiskey is a centimeter or so below the top, she cuts off the pour and sets the glass in front of him, a little harder than she usually might so he can hear the thunk of glass on wood.
Wynonna pours another measure of her own, then lifts the glass. ]
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Tastes like cheap whiskey to me, whatever it is.
[ So probably... cheap whiskey. She unscrews the cap with a lazy flick of her finger and reaches to pour out a measure in a clean glass. Once the whiskey is a centimeter or so below the top, she cuts off the pour and sets the glass in front of him, a little harder than she usually might so he can hear the thunk of glass on wood.
Wynonna pours another measure of her own, then lifts the glass. ]
To drinks with mysterious strangers.