The door creaked open and Liv sat up to watch Brodi come through the door balancing a tray in his big hands. A crystal decanter holding brown liquid, two glasses, and a plate of cheese and a variety of meats was placed in front of her on the bed like an offering to a goddess.
He motioned to the decanter, "May I pour you a glass?"
"Yes, please." Liv took the glass of amber liquid Brodi poured for her and knocked it back. She sputtered and choked as the whisky ran down her throat.
Brodi patted her back and tried to suppress a grin. "Go slow with that, min lille ylgr. It's made for sipping, not gulping.
"I'm okay." Liv coughed and wiped at her watering eyes. "Sipping is probably a good idea."
Liv could feel her face heating but wasn't sure whether it was from the whisky or embarrassment
