[Bellamy sits across from her and doesn't seem to mind when Grell orders for them both, mostly because he doesn't really care what it is right now, as long as it works like booze is supposed to. When the drink arrives, the vivid blue absolutely throws him off, and maybe at another time he would have said "no thanks."]
[But neither he nor Grell are here to say no thanks.]
[He lifts his up and tilts it towards her.] To that burning sensation and belligerence.
[And then he knocks back a pretty big sip of it, making a face as it goes down. It's not as strong as he hoped, but the flavor is powerful enough to make up for that, for now.] Fruity, maybe? Bitter too. Headache worthy, probably.
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[But neither he nor Grell are here to say no thanks.]
[He lifts his up and tilts it towards her.] To that burning sensation and belligerence.
[And then he knocks back a pretty big sip of it, making a face as it goes down. It's not as strong as he hoped, but the flavor is powerful enough to make up for that, for now.] Fruity, maybe? Bitter too. Headache worthy, probably.