Faolan [i]huffed[/i] and looked away for a moment again, [color=a36209]"Typical or not, the French love their wine..."[/color] Although this bias was comparable to the Irish Whiskey bias, Faolan just couldn't understand it. He could smell the viscous red liquid from here, and even this made his stomach turn. Wine, in his opinion, was the worst of alcohols. It took everything that was good about fruit, its sweetness and juiciness, and made it dry and tangy and bitter. Faolan almost stuck his tongue out in distaste at the thought.

At Lucien's next question, he looked to the Frenchman and his glass, then to the bartender. [color=a36209]"Drinkin' has never been my favorite past time, no. I like to keep me wits about. Besides...you couldn't get me to drink that,"[/color] he nodded to the glass, [color=a36209]"if you were paying me."[/color]