[So says the God of the Bar, as he reaches beneath it and grabs a . . . soda? He squints down at the scratched up label, unsure of how old it is, before shrugging and offering it to him.]
You drink something that doesn't taste of alcohol, you won't realize what's happening until it's too late. The sting reminds you of what it is you're getting yourself into.
[And then, because the kid is sturdy but still pretty slim, and two shots are a bit:]
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[So says the God of the Bar, as he reaches beneath it and grabs a . . . soda? He squints down at the scratched up label, unsure of how old it is, before shrugging and offering it to him.]
You drink something that doesn't taste of alcohol, you won't realize what's happening until it's too late. The sting reminds you of what it is you're getting yourself into.
[And then, because the kid is sturdy but still pretty slim, and two shots are a bit:]
How you feeling?