Pick your poison if that's all it takes, [ Rafe shoots back without missing a beat. A sly grin follows before he mock-winces and amends the options: ] Long as it's scotch or gin.
[ Any more variety than that is going to have to wait on another supply crate, but one of the very few perks Rafe allows around camp is something just in case. For morale, for celebrating a discovery, for letting someone think they're stealing a sip and feel better about themselves for it.
His fingers stay busy, fixing the fabric he'd disturbed. The pads of his fingers barely catch on the sheepskin as he glances up, and his eyes stay on Nate's as he listens for the answer. The silence is barely broken by the sounds of camp bustling on by outside, the hum of the generator behind the tent, and the drum of fingertips at Nate's lapel.
Note that nowhere in any of this has Rafe moved an inch out of Nate's personal space. Because why not. ]
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[ Any more variety than that is going to have to wait on another supply crate, but one of the very few perks Rafe allows around camp is something just in case. For morale, for celebrating a discovery, for letting someone think they're stealing a sip and feel better about themselves for it.
His fingers stay busy, fixing the fabric he'd disturbed. The pads of his fingers barely catch on the sheepskin as he glances up, and his eyes stay on Nate's as he listens for the answer. The silence is barely broken by the sounds of camp bustling on by outside, the hum of the generator behind the tent, and the drum of fingertips at Nate's lapel.
Note that nowhere in any of this has Rafe moved an inch out of Nate's personal space. Because why not. ]