Hunting for Midnight
He licks his bottom lip and grins wickedly, exposing his top row of teeth.
“The lass left, inna hurry at that.” Standing slowly, Roland pops the cork off the scotch and raises the bottle over his tipped-back head, chugging several mouthfuls with practiced ease. Lowering the bottle from his mouth with a satisfied ‘ahh’, having his fill for the moment. Walking away from me, holding the bottle by the neck in his hand, Roland glanced over his shoulder at me, heading for the stairs, “Perhaps I’ll take a midnight stroll in the woods. To keep a watchful eye on the dodgy lass. I would hate for anything terrible to happen, ye ken?”
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