Ass. That was Tuni's thought on Mr. Tilcott. He was an ass. She glared at him thanks to his laughter over her plight of the drink. She'd never had firewhiskey before, of that much was obvious. But, she supposed she shouldn't have expected any less of a man that had answered the door without a shirt and and continued to be that way. Most gentleman would have put a shirt on. Clearly, he was not a gentleman.

"I was buying my brother gloves and asked Rufus to try on a pair so I had an idea on size," she answered simply as if it made the most sense in the world as she took the bottle from him and took another drink, this time making sure it wasn't quite as big of one. She didn't cough again but she did wince. "How in the hell do you drink this?" she asked with a shudder.

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