Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150602183929

"Bourbon.  Forever Fall, if you have it." Ochre decided, a look of mild concern on his face. "Clearly you've never heard the stories of Trigo's tolerance for alcohol.  If his drinks are on you, I fear for the company income statement."

Meanwhile, Trigo was still in a state of disbelief. He was right. He had actually found a bottle of  Lighthouse Fuel Whiskey. Now aged some 25 years, it was the same vintage he had first tried the night of his first successful job for the Cardamom family. In all his years of drinking, he was yet to find its equal.

"Yeah, that's probably some of the best stuff we've got here," the barkeep explained, glad to see someone who recognized the rare bottle. "Lucky for you, it's rare enough that no one recognizes how good it is."

"Indeed," Trigo responded, accepting the glass. He drank it, memories flooding back. It was going to be a good night.