"Elara, should we have a drink?"
At my sudden suggestion, the tension in Elara's face vanished. It was a bit early in the day to start drinking, but it didn't really matter. The snow was piled high against the windows, and we weren't going anywhere.
I walked over to the large wooden cabinet in the living room. It was filled with rows of expensive bottles—whiskey, vodka, and dark liquors I didn't even recognize. They looked like they belonged in a high-end bar, not a vacation home.
"Are these just for decoration?" I asked, running my hand along the glass door.
"I put them there a long time ago," Elara said, coming up behind me. "But already? The sun isn't even down yet."
"Does the alcohol care if it's day or night?"
