"There is no scent of sweetness. All I can detect is... alcohol." Rokuro plucks the stick from the drink and after summoning no small amount of courage, pops it into his mouth.
Decades of training could not prepare him for the strangely pungent-bitter-sour flavour, and his disgust is obvious and immediate. Still, he chokes it down-- and then attempts to wash it down with the drink itself (a dry martini) which is only stronger and more bitter. Which means he drinks it all at once rather than savours it, because to taste such a drink would only cause more suffering.
"Horrible... disgusting... do not trust the green egg, or the liquid it was bathing in. Whoever sent this drink wished us ill will." Breathless, reaching for whatever is closest in an attempt to wash down the drink he used to wash down the olive. Something bright, colourful, and sweet.
And after that drink, well... it's a slippery slope, and Rokuro is going down. He's also dragging Tech with him.
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Decades of training could not prepare him for the strangely pungent-bitter-sour flavour, and his disgust is obvious and immediate. Still, he chokes it down-- and then attempts to wash it down with the drink itself (a dry martini) which is only stronger and more bitter. Which means he drinks it all at once rather than savours it, because to taste such a drink would only cause more suffering.
"Horrible... disgusting... do not trust the green egg, or the liquid it was bathing in. Whoever sent this drink wished us ill will." Breathless, reaching for whatever is closest in an attempt to wash down the drink he used to wash down the olive. Something bright, colourful, and sweet.
And after that drink, well... it's a slippery slope, and Rokuro is going down. He's also dragging Tech with him.