[Adele sits back up at his approach, quirking a brow at the bottle but smiling none the less. She hadn't expected for him to bring the whole thing over but now it was something of a challenge.

And she never backed down from a challenge. Even when she really ought to.]

The difference is in the burn. Sipping whiskey burns slow and smooth, lighting you from the inside out, letting warmth spread from your core to your fingertips. Rough whiskey burns fast right on the tongue, and does little to warm the rest of you. [A smirk.]

Though consuming enough can find you a warm bed.