[Vasquez gives her the suspicious look that he thinks she's owed, mainly because he's not entirely sure about alcohol in this place, but he trusts Kate, so he trusts her taste in alcohol. He leans for the tallest of the two first, ignoring the straws so that he can drink back a third of it in one go.
It's...sweet. Good. It doesn't taste strong, exactly, but he's grown on backwater self-made tequila and rotgut whiskey and moonshine, so it would take a lot to blind him.]
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It's...sweet. Good. It doesn't taste strong, exactly, but he's grown on backwater self-made tequila and rotgut whiskey and moonshine, so it would take a lot to blind him.]
What's in it?