He grabs a whiskey from the shelf. Well I don't really keep track of names myself but I do enjoy the flavor of whiskey. And it does loosen the tongue a bit. He pours two shots of the whiskey. He hands one to Shandora.

(( ah just a tidbit, the actual name of the summoner is Tybresa, not my account name - sorry for the confusion!))

She nods and smiles gratefully as she accepts the glass Thank you kindly - you are a most gracious host.

She looks at the liquid in the glass with a raised eyebrow and sniffs it curiously Hmm - could this be Bilgewater whiskey? she shrugs Only one way to tell.

She brings the glass to her lips and takes a small gulp. She exhales loudly and closes her eyes as the liquid burns down her throat. She coughs a little Oh my .... It seems I was wrong ... this is a zaunite brand. she looks at the glass with a bewildered look before smiling amused Quite expensive to get hold of, but it surely hits the spot.

She looks at Malcolm, her smile still playing on her lips So, Malcolm - how is life on your side? You have been with the League for a long time now. Is the life of a champion suiting you?

((Ah thanks for that Wouldn't have figured it out otherwise XD))

He drinks his shot before pouring them both another one. He seems to swirl it in his mouth a bit before drinking it. Life of a champion suits me just fine. Get whiskey like this as a gift a lot. Still mad I can't get Fate but I reckon being a champion makes up for that part. He leans back in his chair his shot glass on the table. I mean some of the other champions are easy enough to get along with. Sona and Janna are two of them. Nice gals really. He pulls out a toothpick to chew on.

She lets out a soft chuckle before taking another sip from her whiskey

I am glad to hear that you are enjoying life within the League as a champion - I was slightly worried about how you might react with Twisted Fate, but I am glad to see that it has worked out, somewhat. shrugs

As for Sona and Janna - indeed, they are brilliant in their art. It doesn't surprise me for you to say that - whenever I see a summoner picking you on the Fields of Justice, they are the first champions that come in mind when we have to collaborate on the bottom lane.

She props her elbow on the armrest and rests her head on her knuckle. The whiskey seems to have melted a bit of her formal demeanor. She raises her eyebrow at Malcolm and grins amused

Should I take it that you have your sights set on one of our beautiful ladies, Outlaw?

Chuckles. That is my own business there miss. But I do reckon some of the girls of the league catch my eye. He takes another drink of his whiskey before pouring some more. He seems to be used to it as he has not changed in personality that much.

Mack rushes in.

"Hate to storm in, but Olaf in on a full scale rampage due to some idiot summoner pissing him off in his office. I need back up and your one of the 6 I need. I need your smokescreen Graves and I need it fast."

He tips his head to Graves and rushes right out to heads to another champion.

She lets out a soft chuckle and is about to take another sip from her whisky before a summoner bursts into the room. She listens to him calmly, her expression suddenly sobering up

She promptly stands up from her seat While it is not the first time the Berserker does this, it is quite frustrating that it is summoners - out of all the people - to infuriate him so. She scoffs and rubs the side of her temples I swear, back in my days, apprentice summoners had more sense than waking up a storm ...

She turns towards a nearby table and puts her glass of whiskey there before turning to face Graves, her voice firm, but devoid of any friendliness A shame our conversation had to be interrupted like this - but I cannot stand idly by while there is violence happening within the Institute's halls. she curtsies Hopefully we may resume this another time.

She quickly turns on her heels, leaving the room in a whirlwind.

*A message would come in for graves from the mail room. It says "Bump".*