( drink sure is hell an' gone brighter an' more intensely alcoholic-smellin' than anything he's used to. brits don't even put their beer on ice.
but, when in rome. he takes the glass from her, mindful of where he puts his hand, an' samples it by thumbin' the straw on outta the way.
'horrific' is pretty well on the nose for him, an' though he doesn't gag on the excessive sweetness he certainly has to clear his throat an' cough the moment he's swallowed around a mouthful. )
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but, when in rome. he takes the glass from her, mindful of where he puts his hand, an' samples it by thumbin' the straw on outta the way.
'horrific' is pretty well on the nose for him, an' though he doesn't gag on the excessive sweetness he certainly has to clear his throat an' cough the moment he's swallowed around a mouthful. )
Lordy. That, ah... sure is somethin', ain't it?