by Daniel Ross Sat 26 Nov - 12:53
After seeing Remus' and Haia's reactions to the drink, he scanned it with his handheld scanner quickly, and then he took several sips. His face turned red, and he wiped his forehead from the newly formed perspiration, and he coughed. He looked at Ana and said, "Well Cap, this is kinda good, but..." He let the sentence trail off, and chugged the entire glass. As he chugged, his skin turned redder, and sparks started shooting around him. After he finished, he made a 'Yow!' noise, and shot a final round of sparks out. It wasn't so much as the alcohol part, but the putrid taste. He then tried to breathe, but he was still gagging. "Urk... not good... at all..."
After a few minutes of recuperating, he asked the bartender, "Could I get some Fireball please... I need to get this bad taste out of my throat." He was still red, but was definitely on the road to recovery compared to before. He took the glass, closed his eyes, said a silent prayer, and downed it. He slammed the glass down and said, "That's the stuff!" His eyes were watering, but he was much more cheery than before. His movements seemed more fluid. He started to speak in a more Irish accent than his normal Brooklyn one. "Ross is the name lass. Daniel Ross."