( It's not that he's generally the type to laugh at people who don't muscle through the taste of alcohol with Badass Composure or anything, but... he can't help the snort that escapes him at Lance's reaction. It's just--
Sorry, man. It's just funny.
Clearly Ian is not a good barometer for what is and isn't drinkable. He's a seasoned veteran that has scraped the bottom of the barrel before because that's all they had at the time and not drinking wasn't really a viable option for him.
He shifts to his feet, a little of his regular ease slipping back in when he squeezes Lance's shoulder briefly while he passes by. )
Hold on, man, I'll get you a chaser.
( And one for himself. Plus maybe refill the amount he just slugged while he's at it.
What he winds up coming back with is... not orange juice. More like some kind of powdered fruit-flavored (if you've only ever heard a description of fruit and don't know any better) something they've mixed into water, sans the charm and arguably pleasant taste of regular kool-aid. )
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Sorry, man. It's just funny.
Clearly Ian is not a good barometer for what is and isn't drinkable. He's a seasoned veteran that has scraped the bottom of the barrel before because that's all they had at the time and not drinking wasn't really a viable option for him.
He shifts to his feet, a little of his regular ease slipping back in when he squeezes Lance's shoulder briefly while he passes by. )
Hold on, man, I'll get you a chaser.
( And one for himself. Plus maybe refill the amount he just slugged while he's at it.
What he winds up coming back with is... not orange juice. More like some kind of powdered fruit-flavored (if you've only ever heard a description of fruit and don't know any better) something they've mixed into water, sans the charm and arguably pleasant taste of regular kool-aid. )