He took the glass, holding it loosely by the rim with his spidery fingers. Scotch, he guessed, single malt. The amber liquid swirled with looping curlicues of sediment that reminded him of the great Eye of Jupiter.
"Or the easiest way to get caught," he pointed out, placing the glass on the sideboard and returning his hands to a comfortable knot at the small of his back.
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Date: 2014-04-15 04:57 pm (UTC)"Or the easiest way to get caught," he pointed out, placing the glass on the sideboard and returning his hands to a comfortable knot at the small of his back.