When Alec returns with the drink, I thank him for it, but as soon as I bring it toward my mouth and get a whiff I know it's not right.
"What is this?" I ask, and take a tentative sip. I make a face. I have to hold myself back from spitting it out all over the couch, and force it down my throat. "Dear snakes, are you sure this isn't drain cleaner?"
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Date: 2016-03-28 09:48 pm (UTC)"What is this?" I ask, and take a tentative sip. I make a face. I have to hold myself back from spitting it out all over the couch, and force it down my throat. "Dear snakes, are you sure this isn't drain cleaner?"