[Being an alcohol enthusiast himself, of course Chuuya is at the bar mixing up his own potent concoction, but even the smoking red drink he’d crafted pales in comparison to the abomination being presented to him by this cheerful stranger. Chuuya’s eyebrows recede into his hairline when he catches a whiff of the cocktail, a strong, almost medicinal smell invading his nostrils.
Nothing about this drink looks appealing, and Chuuya crinkles his nose in distaste at the idea of putting it in his mouth.]
No thanks. That looks like it’ll kill me in one swallow.
II C
Nothing about this drink looks appealing, and Chuuya crinkles his nose in distaste at the idea of putting it in his mouth.]
No thanks. That looks like it’ll kill me in one swallow.