Fet didn't touch. He was a big guy, but he rarely bumped into anyone. He kept a personal bubble that no one tried to break through. So, when she took his hand Fet almost pulled away. He didn't know what to do with that touch. He felt like electricity was flowing through his arm. She'd been so casual about it that he felt silly for going stiff and awkward as she pulled him.

"Borbon," he suggested his breathing still a bit uneven, "Straight for me, but you can mix it with whatever you like. It's a bit harsh."