Aya looks back at him with a broad grin. She lifts herself back up from where she'd been leaning against the bar, and draws out one of the tumblers she had just dried and placed away. She sets it before him gently, and then spins back around, theatrically retrieving a bottle of amber liquor, and pouring the tumbler half full, before returning the bottle to the shelf.
She looks down at the drink, its complex aged aroma drifting to Warren as a heady mixture of strong alcohol and barrel-aging. She leans over the bar, directly in front of him, her elbows resting on the serving-side edge. Her finger gently taps the rim of the glass, as she gives her head a little shake, jingling her earrings as she grins. "To not looking back." She leans a little closer, her expression looking a little more serious for just a moment,  "And being the man you know are."
She raises herself back up to standing, fingers still clutching the edge of the bar as she grins down toward him, "And then you can tell me all about the excitement of the Grindstone!"
She looks down at the drink, its complex aged aroma drifting to Warren as a heady mixture of strong alcohol and barrel-aging. She leans over the bar, directly in front of him, her elbows resting on the serving-side edge. Her finger gently taps the rim of the glass, as she gives her head a little shake, jingling her earrings as she grins. "To not looking back." She leans a little closer, her expression looking a little more serious for just a moment,  "And being the man you know are."
She raises herself back up to standing, fingers still clutching the edge of the bar as she grins down toward him, "And then you can tell me all about the excitement of the Grindstone!"
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