That curious look never quite left her features, her head tilting slightly to the side as she examined his buckets. After a moment, when he noticed her, her amethyst gaze drifted to meet his own. His answer was a peculiar one, though it didn't entirely answer her question. Not one for pleasantries, she didn't return the playful smile, instead choosing to close the distance between them enough to get a better whiff of whatever was in his buckets. Whatever it was certainly smelled interesting, and though vaguely unpleasant it wasn't altogether horrible. "Must be quite the misery, judging by the smell of.. this, Ivy gestured with her nose at the buckets and the liquid they contained. The smell was much stronger than she'd anticipated, though she really wasn't sure what she'd been expecting to begin with.
Certainly not his next comment, either. A single brow of her own lifted now, casting him a questioning look. "I'm not, but I appreciate the offer." He definitely wasn't her type. He was far too big, and far too... male. The comment wasn't taken to heart, though. Judging by his slightly slurred speech she had a feeling this liquid was having some sort of effect on him, and she was too curious by nature to cast him aside over a simple comment. "And I can't help but be intrigued. What would it take for you to tell me more about this.. drink?"
