Tristan
I filled the two crystal whiskey glasses with exact amount of the dark liquid. I was all about precision after all. Grabbing the glasses and slightly stirring the drink, I turned to face the woman sitting on the couch looking agitated. It is always amusing to see one woman fighting with the other even if not literally. Men fight, they break a few bones, land some smashes on the chin and call it a day. But woman, they never forget and the fight even if they are being sweet as sugar to each other, the inner brawling is always going on.
"Her you go," I handed her the glass and she turned her eyes to me, looking angry as hell. It took her two seconds to gulp down the entire content which was annoying. It
