[ ANNA YOUR GOTH!!!! it's halloween week in our hearts
viktor is not selling this drink very well, but then again, neither did he. he takes a swig of this one, fins standing up on end for a second at how... bracingly bitter it is. ohhhh cheap, strong booze is so not good. ]
[This makes him laugh again, and he sort of chokes gently because it scratches trying to laugh against the burn of bad alcohol. He pushes Sidon's drink away from him on the bar.
No more of that one, thanks.]
Probably not, but we won't know unless we try them. Maybe we'll find one good one out of them all.
[ despite how terrible these first two drinks are, he does not seem deterred at all. he pushes away these beakers, only to pick up a new flask of something unnaturally orange with no hesitation. ]
You have a spirit of adventure, Viktor! You're right—it's the only way we'll know for sure!
[ this on top of applebees is going to be a nightmare ]
[Having an adventurous spirit, he means. Well, he does, but he's a hermit, so it doesn't extend that far out. His mind is the adventurous one, not his body... only because... it's busted. :'(]
Cheers. Be careful, Sidon, you're drinking such big gulps...
[WAIT, HIS CHEER. He searches the bar for another drink. There is a shot's worth of a flask which he picks up. There is something oily mixed in because there are layers between some of the same colors, but when he jostles it, everything mixes up together.]
You definitely do! Even if you have everyone believing you're bashful.
[ though, he is bashful. but sidon has seen enough of him to know he is hiding a bold, lunatic heart.
he clinks against the little flask before taking another gulp. down the hatch. this one is... almost in protest to the previous drinks, much, much too sweet. artificial in a way that would kill a medieval peasant, and overwhelming for him. he scrunches up his entire face. ]
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viktor is not selling this drink very well, but then again, neither did he. he takes a swig of this one, fins standing up on end for a second at how... bracingly bitter it is. ohhhh cheap, strong booze is so not good. ]
Awful choice, Viktor!
[ he's joking. don't sound so happy. ]
Do you think the others are any better?
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No more of that one, thanks.]
Probably not, but we won't know unless we try them. Maybe we'll find one good one out of them all.
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You have a spirit of adventure, Viktor! You're right—it's the only way we'll know for sure!
[ this on top of applebees is going to be a nightmare ]
Cheers—to our joyous time in this... Helly Belly!
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[Having an adventurous spirit, he means. Well, he does, but he's a hermit, so it doesn't extend that far out. His mind is the adventurous one, not his body... only because... it's busted. :'(]
Cheers. Be careful, Sidon, you're drinking such big gulps...
[WAIT, HIS CHEER. He searches the bar for another drink. There is a shot's worth of a flask which he picks up. There is something oily mixed in because there are layers between some of the same colors, but when he jostles it, everything mixes up together.]
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You definitely do! Even if you have everyone believing you're bashful.
[ though, he is bashful. but sidon has seen enough of him to know he is hiding a bold, lunatic heart.
he clinks against the little flask before taking another gulp. down the hatch. this one is... almost in protest to the previous drinks, much, much too sweet. artificial in a way that would kill a medieval peasant, and overwhelming for him. he scrunches up his entire face. ]
Oh. These only get worse.
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The immediacy in which he begins a fit of coughing after he drinks whatever is in the flask. OOOOOOO. His eyes start watering.
He even belches suddenly and covers his mouth in shock at how quickly it just erupted out of him. HELLO? DON'T MAKE HIM BURP.]
Mu...ch... Wor...se... Sp... Sp....icy.
[HE'S WHITE.]
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oh no, he's so white. this pasty sweet-milk drinking ass. ]
Viktor! Are you all right!?
[ pats his back where there isn't any rust... one of the rat bartenders sees this and shakes its head, preparing a glass of water for him. ]