10-29-2007, 04:27 AM
"I'm personally not fond of straight up rum. I'm a taster, not one for shots. I wind up choking on them like an idiot." she chuckled softly in embarrassment. What an oaf she'd made of herself that summer trying to down one shot of high quality rum, forgetting also that at the time it had been heated, thus increasing its proof. She'd stuck to mixing it fifty-fifty or seventy-five - fifty after that and let the others have at it.
Shrugging idly at the inquiry, a small smile traced the edges of her lips. "Maybe a little bird said there's a gift in there."
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