Harley & Scotch
Scotch
Ever heard the legend of a bartender in a speakeasy who mixed a drink that sparked a full‑blown riot? I think we could both appreciate that sort of chaotic genius.
Harley
Whoa, that sounds wild—mixing a drink that lights a riot, now that’s a cocktail with a punch! I’m all about stirring trouble, so let’s shake things up somewhere else, huh?
Scotch
Sounds like you’ve got a taste for the unexpected. I suppose we could find a quiet corner of a library, stir a quiet storm of conversation, and leave the real riots to the history books.
Harley
A library? Sure, I’ll bring the noise in whispers—let’s turn that quiet corner into a whirlwind of ideas. No riot, just a storm of words. You in?
Scotch
A whirlwind of ideas in a quiet corner? I prefer the sound of ink on paper to a storm of clinking glasses. Count me in, as long as we keep the whispers in the margins.
Harley
Ink’s the best chaos I can handle—let’s scribble a storm in those margins and keep the glass clinks off the floor. You ready to shake up the silence?
Scotch
Always a pleasure to find a quiet corner that invites a storm of words, so let us begin.