You've obviously never met anyone from Snezhnaya before. [ Comes the quip, and it's accompanied with an easy, friendly smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes. The glass is filled nearly to the brim, the strong, undeniably strong scent of alcohol wafting forth. That many combinations of liquors is enough to do in any man, much less someone like Childe, but he doesn't seem at all bothered as he adds in the last bit of alcohol from the bottle in his hands and sets them all back neatly on the counter.
There's really no rhyme or reason to it. It probably won't even taste good, since he hadn't taken the time to scrutinize the labels and decide which was better paired with what he's got going on. But it would undoubtedly be strong and maybe, just maybe might hit the threshold of alcohol content he's used to, so that's certainly something.
With a playful wink in Diluc's direction he picks up the glass firmly in one hand, lifts it in a mock toast to the redhead and immediately starts to drink.
... ah. This might have been a mistake. It does not taste good, and it absolutely shows on his face. ]
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There's really no rhyme or reason to it. It probably won't even taste good, since he hadn't taken the time to scrutinize the labels and decide which was better paired with what he's got going on. But it would undoubtedly be strong and maybe, just maybe might hit the threshold of alcohol content he's used to, so that's certainly something.
With a playful wink in Diluc's direction he picks up the glass firmly in one hand, lifts it in a mock toast to the redhead and immediately starts to drink.
... ah. This might have been a mistake. It does not taste good, and it absolutely shows on his face. ]