[ Caelus's lips quirk slightly, but he doesn't comment snidely about the order as he nods, murmurs assent, and begins working on it. It's a fair first order to make. It could just be this customer's usual, but the bartender also tends to know when he's being tested — and a little bit of testing is normal. Quite normal, to want to know if the pretty young man behind the bar actually knows how to make a drink or is just being paid to look sexy enough to make clientele look the other way about the subpar cocktails.
He's slick about it, but he makes it with a classically trained sense of style. Sugar, bitters, splash of water. He stirs smoothly and quietly, without hitting the sides of the glass. Pours the whiskey with a firm hand, and in a way that highlights the strength in his forearms and a sultriness to his slender wrists. The soft sound of the liquid trickling into the glass is an ASMR experience all on its own. Pulls a fresh orange from under the counter, cuts it cleanly, slides it into the drink for garnish. And then — even though it's not traditional, but specifically because he's noted that this customer has a playfulness to him that makes Caelus suspect he'll appreciate this — he throws in a cherry on top, just for good measure, and because it makes the drink look cute. ]
Your old fashioned, sir.
[ He presents the finished cocktail with panache, gesturing with his hands as if to suggest that it was his utmost honor to serve Sampo. ]
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He's slick about it, but he makes it with a classically trained sense of style. Sugar, bitters, splash of water. He stirs smoothly and quietly, without hitting the sides of the glass. Pours the whiskey with a firm hand, and in a way that highlights the strength in his forearms and a sultriness to his slender wrists. The soft sound of the liquid trickling into the glass is an ASMR experience all on its own. Pulls a fresh orange from under the counter, cuts it cleanly, slides it into the drink for garnish. And then — even though it's not traditional, but specifically because he's noted that this customer has a playfulness to him that makes Caelus suspect he'll appreciate this — he throws in a cherry on top, just for good measure, and because it makes the drink look cute. ]
Your old fashioned, sir.
[ He presents the finished cocktail with panache, gesturing with his hands as if to suggest that it was his utmost honor to serve Sampo. ]
Please, enjoy.