yourneighbourjerry:

     _{“ A risk-taker, huh?”   Idly shifting his jaw, Jerry’s expression became that of a man deep in thought, considering his options for a drink order that might be to her liking. Although lacking an idea of what her tastes were like, choosing a cocktail that made an impression would’ve at least been a good consolation prize should she find herself adverse to the flavour itself. Aside from her unquestionable confidence, a name that bore both Swedish (possibly, Norwegian) and Icelandic traits and a handshake that seemed a little too chilled, he had little to work with. Fortunately, he was nothing if not resourceful.}     

     _{His decision made and clear in his mind’s eye, he excused himself for just a moment to place the order on the bartender’s way back. The order came in the form of a low utter, meant to keep his choice a surprise until it arrived; he could only hope that the secrecy and creative efforts paid off.} 

     _{Sending a grin over his shoulder as the ordered cocktail was made and delivered, proud of his reasoning and subsequent choice, the icy blue drink was claimed and set neatly before her.}

_{“ A Swedish Polar Bear.
                     — - For the lady who’s not afraid to break the ice.”}

        _{She regarded him with some amusement, my. He was putting quite a lot of thought into this, wasn’t he? She waited expectantly – a trait she had picked up over time. Elsa Vygotsky waited for most things, someone was always there to cater to her and then be sent away at her whim. It was a glamorous life that made keeping people away easy. A brow was arched curiously as she tapped her chin.} 

       _{The color of it was dazzling. Blue was one of her favorite, it turned the corner of her lips up into a smirk. The name itself was one she hadn’t heard of but she had to appreciate that not only was it ice blue, it was also related to the cold. But that line that came with it had her nearly cackling with laughter.}

        _{Fingertips pressed against her lips as she tried to quiet herself down, her laughs gradually fading to quiet snicker. “The drink choice was excellent. Your delivery is lacking. It’s a little on the cliche side – unless you were going for humor, in which case.. mission accomplished. I think you’re going a little heavy on the ice puns. When it comes to puns and humor like that a little goes a long way. But I suppose if this was a test, you’ve passed.”}