03-07-2021, 05:57 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: calibri; letter-spacing: .6px; color: #494949;"]in the recent months, west skull’s been able to put into motion their newest endeavor: whiskey. in a foraging mission of sorts, they stumbled across two copper distillers, and with them being able to grow grain and having the space, dusk thought it’d be a great business venture for them; plus some for the group.
finally, the first batch is ready, the whole of west skull huddled into one of their smaller barns to get the first taste of their whiskey. the sun is sinking into the horizon, casting the warm orange tint on everything it can touch. its warmth is still present, though, cooled from the heat of the afternoon to be just the perfect ambient temperature; for dusk, at least. her signature hat sits on her head, paired with a white crop top and light, just roomy enough, jacket and high waisted, slightly baggy jeans and boots. her belt buckle almost steals the whole show while people cram into their new brewery barn. an excited smirk makes its way to her lips before she looks over to the aging barrel right next to her. raising her empty glass into the air, [color=#cc99ff]” let’s finish our first barrel tonight, right? “ she mentions, a fun little challenge for everyone who wants to partake. dusk turns their make shit spout and golden brown liquid starts filling her glass.
she brings the glass to her lips and takes a drink, a light grimace after she swallows from the heat and punch of the alcohol. sharps watch her for her reaction, hints of smiles and wide eyes, [color=#cc99ff]” it’s fucking great, “ she informs, getting some cheers, [color=#cc99ff]” someone come play bartender. “ she instructs, taking yet another drink; dusk’s got a good feeling about this.
finally, the first batch is ready, the whole of west skull huddled into one of their smaller barns to get the first taste of their whiskey. the sun is sinking into the horizon, casting the warm orange tint on everything it can touch. its warmth is still present, though, cooled from the heat of the afternoon to be just the perfect ambient temperature; for dusk, at least. her signature hat sits on her head, paired with a white crop top and light, just roomy enough, jacket and high waisted, slightly baggy jeans and boots. her belt buckle almost steals the whole show while people cram into their new brewery barn. an excited smirk makes its way to her lips before she looks over to the aging barrel right next to her. raising her empty glass into the air, [color=#cc99ff]” let’s finish our first barrel tonight, right? “ she mentions, a fun little challenge for everyone who wants to partake. dusk turns their make shit spout and golden brown liquid starts filling her glass.
she brings the glass to her lips and takes a drink, a light grimace after she swallows from the heat and punch of the alcohol. sharps watch her for her reaction, hints of smiles and wide eyes, [color=#cc99ff]” it’s fucking great, “ she informs, getting some cheers, [color=#cc99ff]” someone come play bartender. “ she instructs, taking yet another drink; dusk’s got a good feeling about this.