[color=B22222]"Thank you,"[/color] Ryan said as he took the bottle into his hand. [i]Been one strange day today, hasn't it?[/i] [color=B22222]"Well, bottoms up,"[/color] he said as he lifted the bottle to his mouth. Almost as soon as the clear liquid touched his tongue, he spit out however much of the beverage had gotten in his mouth and almost spilled what was left in the bottle. Ryan then began spitting and sputtering as he could still taste it on his tongue. His whole over-dramatic reaction could be easily seen as very comical. [color=B22222]"Y'know, maybe vodka isn't for me. Sorry about the mess,"[/color] the young man said as he handed the bottle back to Acacia.

Since his generous host had gone to take the bench as her chosen furniture to relax on, Ryan decided to move back to the couch and sprawled out across it. Looking over to Acacia, he asked, [color=B22222]"So, uh, what do you do for a living?"[/color] He didn't really know what else to ask and he didn't feel like sitting in silence.