"Bottle" drabble #2
Sense Memory
"A New Man"
The satisfaction of watching Ethan get thrown into a car and driven off to God knows where carries Giles through the clean-up of his apartment after the demon's… his rampage. Up until he sits down with a bottle of single malt.
It's always tasted of home over here. Vaguely British, somehow. Tonight, though, the taste is more specific.
Smoke. Sweat.
Cold, damp student rooms.
Skin.
Music.
Warmth.
The look on Ethan's face when he walked out. Not entirely unlike the one he caught through a rear window today.
He sweeps up the shattered bottle. It's alright. He has more scotch.
"A New Man"
The satisfaction of watching Ethan get thrown into a car and driven off to God knows where carries Giles through the clean-up of his apartment after the demon's… his rampage. Up until he sits down with a bottle of single malt.
It's always tasted of home over here. Vaguely British, somehow. Tonight, though, the taste is more specific.
Smoke. Sweat.
Cold, damp student rooms.
Skin.
Music.
Warmth.
The look on Ethan's face when he walked out. Not entirely unlike the one he caught through a rear window today.
He sweeps up the shattered bottle. It's alright. He has more scotch.