Sex with an alligator. It wasn't like Calendius' jaw fell open or anything. No, he was mostly completely cool with what he'd heard over the music. Mostly.
Distractedly, he watched the bartender work, pouring strange colored liquids from even more strangely shaped bottles. It wasn't like he hadn't seen this stuff before or anything. God knows Adrastea's liquor cabinet was perpetually stocked. But it was different under the colored lights of the club that pulsed to the beat of whatever definition of music DJ Baby Bok Choy was spinning somewhere behind them. Finally, his drink was shoved out in front of him, slid across the smooth surface of the bar on a tiny paper napkin. The liquid was read and green and red again, and looked somehow thick. Cal would kill Sergius if he'd ordered him something full of unhealthy artificial flavorings and high fructose corn syrup.
"What's in it?" He eyed the glass wearily, handing off his credit card so that they could have a tab going. "It looks apple-y."
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Distractedly, he watched the bartender work, pouring strange colored liquids from even more strangely shaped bottles. It wasn't like he hadn't seen this stuff before or anything. God knows Adrastea's liquor cabinet was perpetually stocked. But it was different under the colored lights of the club that pulsed to the beat of whatever definition of music DJ Baby Bok Choy was spinning somewhere behind them. Finally, his drink was shoved out in front of him, slid across the smooth surface of the bar on a tiny paper napkin. The liquid was read and green and red again, and looked somehow thick. Cal would kill Sergius if he'd ordered him something full of unhealthy artificial flavorings and high fructose corn syrup.
"What's in it?" He eyed the glass wearily, handing off his credit card so that they could have a tab going. "It looks apple-y."