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[Phoenix Edorath]

"A good dose of a cabin in the woods or on a secluded beach is the cure for too much city living."

It was the matter of a few minutes that saw them to the door of her building. Out of reflex, she slowed her pace and check their surroundings before approaching the steps up to the door and ascending them. Freeing her hands from her pockets, she pressed her right palm to the security panel until it flashed a muted green and the door unlocked. Passing through the first one, she held the second open for him, absently glancing towards her mailbox on the side wall of the lobby and finding the indicator blank.

Motioning towards the 'lift, she stepped inside and waited until he joined her before she pressed the button for the top floor. A minute more, and the lift door opened into a short, broad hallway with only a handful of doors. She led the way to the last one and unlocked it with the key from her pocket and a press of her thumb on the tiny panel. It opened to a neat, open space with broad swaths of windows and a warmly glowing fireplace at the center.

"Please, come in...make yourself comfortable." she said softly, stepping to the side as the door closed behind them. She hung her jacket on the waiting hook nearby, withdrawing her datapad and comlink. After a moment more, they were both set down on the island counter in the kitchen as she sauntered past it and paused in front of the glass doored cabinet that held a decent collection of alcohols from a variety of places and cultures.

 

[Bellam Malhan]

"That it is." He agreed, pausing while she let them into her apartment complex. Like many city buildings, it was near indistinguishable from the others. Windows were a little different, metal was a slightly different color, but for the most part it was a gleaming facade of an exterior just like many others. Stepping into the lift with her, the close proximity drew his eyes to the slope of her neck, but he didn't allow it to linger.

Going down the hallway on light feet, he found himself in a well appointed living area. The crackle of a fireplace seemed to be helping keep it warm, though he wasn't sure at first glance of it was real, electric, gas or just some other form of heater disguised as an old fashioned hearth.

Noting where she hung up her coat, he did the same with his own, and the moved to take a seat at the island, leaning forward onto the countertop. Giving his shirt a tug at the front of his shoulders where he could feel the fabric going taut, he cast his eyes around again.

"It already seems quite comfortable in here." He replied, "Almost warm enough you don't even need the whiskey."

 

[Phoenix Edorath]

It took her a moment to find the Whyren's, buried as it was at the very back of one of the upper shelves. Turning, Nix gave herself a moment to appreciate him as he sat on the other side of the island and tugged at his tshirt. Sevva hadn't been wrong when she'd described him originally, decidedly handsome, with youthful features. They were roughly the same age given the way the cloning process that had created her had worked.

The thoughts were fleeting, a simple, strange blip as she set the bottle down on the counter and turned to find a pair of glasses, next. Withdrawing a the matched pair from the nearby cabinet, she smiled at the memory and turned to put them beside the bottle. "Almost...but Whyren's? Always a necessity. Plus, I hate being cold, so I'll take all the warmth I can get." she added quietly, gathering a few cubes of ice for each glass and returning to the counter, leaning against it opposite him.

Nix glanced at the bottle before picking it up and opening it carefully. A measure poured over the ice in each glass and the bottle was set down. She picked up the glasses and reached out to hand him one.

"What are we drinking to this time?"

 

[Bellam Malhan]

Waiting while she got the glasses and whiskey out, he allowed his eyes to trail down her frame until she turned to face him again. Almost worried he'd been caught, he eyed the whiskey as she poured them each a measure. He'd never had the stuff, but he knew the difference between good alcohol and water wasn't in the taste - it was just in whether or not it got you drunk.

"Dealer's choice," he replied, lifting the glass.

"I believe I chose the last two times."

 

[Phoenix Edorath]

"That you did...alright then." she began, a smile still warming her features as she toyed with her glass. She lifted a free hand to tap her lower lip as she gave it some thought. There were a number of directions she could take this dedication - she simple had to decide how far to go with her words. Canting her head to the side, the soft waves of her hair cascaded over her shoulder.

"One more to new beginnings, and also to getting what we want." Nix echoed softly, lifting her glass up and taking a slow sip. The ice had been in there long enough to smooth the whiskey out a bit, and she savored that first glorious sip even though her eyes were fixed on him over the rim of her glass. There was a fair amount to interpret in her gaze, but as her filters slipped slowly out of her grasp, it became much easier to understand.