Brutalmaster Dirty | Chai

"Make another one. I'm not done being honest yet."

Joss smirked. She cracked her knuckles. She reached for the real cinnamon. brutalmaster dirty chai

He cracked the cinnamon stick with a closed fist. He ground the ginger root until it wept. He pulled a double shot from the machine's "Spite" setting—a hidden dial that Joss had shown him once, after a particularly bad review. The shot came out black as a crow’s heart. "Make another one

The scent hit Kai first—clove and cardamom wrestling with the acrid bite of over-steeped black tea. It was the smell of the Brutalmaster Dirty Chai, and it meant business. and it meant business.