PRIVATE What named they the moon in every world?

[SAKURA R. LINGRÉ]

Sakura beamed, her gratitude shown with a wagging tail that she quickly halted. To be complimented on her establishment by the Grand Marshal was an almost impossible goal, but here she was.

Bartender's Choice? Hm. She gave a sparing glance at the glasses on the dry-counter, "Well, since you mentioned whiskey, I might have something similar."

She sauntered to the dry-counter, grasping an appropriately sized glass tenderly in her claws; she was half-tempted to grab a glass for herself, but reconsidered.

Sakura meandered back to the bar counter and set the glass down, before procuring a glass bottle filled to the cork with a honey-colored liquid. The tag on the mouth of the bottle read, Grinn. As she spoke, there was a glimpse of metal that stood out from the inside of her mouth, some tongue piercing. "I dabble in drink making, and patrons seem to like this one."

Nervousness showed in the way her ears flicked as she popped the cork off and delicately poured some of the drink into the glass. She pushed the glass over to Draco, unable to hide her eagerness for his reaction. Some tiny little voice in her head said, don't mess this up!