He sniffed at the drink before deigning to take a sip. Fortunately or unfortunately, the entire exercise prevented Calendius from observing the range of emotions dancing across Sergius' face. He didn't mean to be a bad friend or inattentive, it was just that literally everything about their environment was built to be as distracting as possible. And also he had a very complicated drink shoved into his face and it required a wholehearted investigation. Cal may have told Sergius to order for him, but he did retain a few healthy misgivings about dumping just anything into his body. Tentatively, he took a small sip.

"Raspberry? Yeah-- Raspberry." Raspberry and something he couldn't place yet and, of course, the burn of alcohol. It was almost reminiscent of the nail polish remover smell that sometimes clung to Adrastea's bedroom when he was younger, but not quite. Abruptly, he downed the drink almost in its entirety. It was good enough, fruity, but the smell associated with it left a bad taste in his mouth. "Order me something else next time. Something less girly, you've had your fun."