[center][h3]🍷🍺🎵📖[color=#A64575]Jason Blackwood[/color]📖🎵🍺🍷[/h3][/center]
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	Jason grinned back at the second customer. 

	[color=#A64575]"Truth be told,"[/color] Jason began. [color=#A64575]"the proof is almost a tie. But,"[/color] he leaned to his right again. [color=#A64575]"If you hate yourself, I'd recommend this one."[/color] He leaned to his left. [color=#A64575]"This one's a 2.2% higher proof. It's a little fruity, a little nutty—has that nice sherried warmth to it. I definitely am a fan of the [i]Glenfarclas 105[/i]."[/color]

	Jason righted himself slightly, making eye contact with the man. He reached up and set his hand on the top of the right bottle gently, as if caressing an old friend or family member on the shoulder, before glancing at it longingly.

	[color=#A64575]"But this here [i]Laphroaig 10[/i]—peaty, smoky, briny, a touch like medicine; well... It's  quite... [i]intense[/i]... and definitely unforgettable. It doesn’t just burn... it lingers. This is the one that will haunt your palate... and earn you respect."[/color] Jason closed with a slight smirk that became a slight grin.

	[color=#A64575]"I tell you what,"[/color] he added a moment later, as he scooped up one of the bottles with practiced ease, and a shot glass seemingly from nowhere with his other hand. [color=#A64575]"I'll pour one of each. I'll shoot the other one with you. After that, I can pour you a glass of whichever you decide."[/color]

	In just a few short moments, Jason was pushing the pair of shots toward the man with a graceful hand. 

	The challenge issued.