It was supposed to be a simple job. Just come try some wine, easy for a Pirate that had spent most of his life sampling alcohol from across the lands right? At Least this is what you would assume, until Sune walked into the restaurant, grin on his face as he informed the waitress who he was. Lead to the back, where the owner was all too giddy to have someone try out his newest sample. Sune was sat down at a makeshift table in the kitchen, as they carried over the barrel which held their newest concoction. Of course, Sune was far from the refined gentleman that most wine tasters would be held to, he was used to downing his drink and being done with it. When his glass was poured, Sune didn't sip and taste but instead threw back the glass like it was common beer and chugged down the contents. There was a long pause, before he held his throat and grimaced like none had seen before. The taste was completely sour, and just made him want to swear off wine altogether for the rest of his existence, until they finally fetched him some water. Chugging the contents as the owner berated him, "You must taste! Simply drinking it like it's nothing isn't proper tasting! No wonder you look like you just swallowed fish oil."
Sune glared at them, but bit back his pride. It was a job, and he had to make sure he followed it through. Downing more water, then holding out his wine glass once more. "Alright, alright. Sorry. Here, lets try it again now that I've got that taste out, aye?" Once more the liquid was poured, and he stared at the glass mostly in fear of a second helping of Hell in his mouth. But the eyes staring at him pushed him, waited on his "professional" taste, He swallowed hard, then sipped the contents more carefully. Holding it in his mouth for a period to actually taste it, before swallowing it down with a similar grimace. The faces around him seemed unamused with him, most likely since he was from a severely lesser cut than their normal clients. He sighs a bit, catching his breath from the poor taste in his mouth, before looking at the owner and speaking his mind. "Honestly? It's severely sour. Like... I've had things that bite, and things that go down too easy... That stuff? I don't know how you made it, but it's seriously too tart to taste." The owner huffed, "You just have no class on your pallet." Sune's eyes turned to annoyance, pouring a third glass and holding it out to the owner, "You're free to try it yourself. As part of my contract, as a very vivid alcohol consumer, I've given you my honest opinion. If you think it's just a lack of class, prove me wrong." The grin he kept during this did not fade, as he waited for the owner to take the glass and hesitantly sip it. After a long and drawn out grimace, he concurred. It was FAR too sour for sale, yet.
Sune left, knowing he had a free meal in his future, at the least, for that... Very sour job.
Sune glared at them, but bit back his pride. It was a job, and he had to make sure he followed it through. Downing more water, then holding out his wine glass once more. "Alright, alright. Sorry. Here, lets try it again now that I've got that taste out, aye?" Once more the liquid was poured, and he stared at the glass mostly in fear of a second helping of Hell in his mouth. But the eyes staring at him pushed him, waited on his "professional" taste, He swallowed hard, then sipped the contents more carefully. Holding it in his mouth for a period to actually taste it, before swallowing it down with a similar grimace. The faces around him seemed unamused with him, most likely since he was from a severely lesser cut than their normal clients. He sighs a bit, catching his breath from the poor taste in his mouth, before looking at the owner and speaking his mind. "Honestly? It's severely sour. Like... I've had things that bite, and things that go down too easy... That stuff? I don't know how you made it, but it's seriously too tart to taste." The owner huffed, "You just have no class on your pallet." Sune's eyes turned to annoyance, pouring a third glass and holding it out to the owner, "You're free to try it yourself. As part of my contract, as a very vivid alcohol consumer, I've given you my honest opinion. If you think it's just a lack of class, prove me wrong." The grin he kept during this did not fade, as he waited for the owner to take the glass and hesitantly sip it. After a long and drawn out grimace, he concurred. It was FAR too sour for sale, yet.
Sune left, knowing he had a free meal in his future, at the least, for that... Very sour job.
