Then, he downs the entire thing in one go, grimacing at the overwhelming combination of the banana flavored drink and alcohol. It's sweet, almost disgustingly so, but hey, it's what he chose.
"Gross," he comments, and slides the empty glass back, "I'll go with your recommendation next time."
"Maybe I can find something more pleasant for us," Spades hums, plucking the glass off the bar, turning it against the rag in his hands as he evaluates the shelves behind him. "Too sweet, I assume?"
"Much too." Kou grimaces. He honestly just picked the first thing that caught his attention... big mistake. "I don't dislike sweets, but this was... far too much."
"A bitter chaser should help cut the sweet." While he's talking, Spades pops a bowl of edamame in the microwave just behind the counter. "Pisang Ambon...Dutch, if I'm not mistaken." He hums, grabbing another shot glass. "Why don't we stick to Europe? Gammel Dansk should clear it right up."
In no time at all -- before Kou can even blink, really -- another shot glass of alcohol comes to a neat rest right in front of him.
"I can't say I'm that familiar with alcoholic beverages," Kou admits, but readily accepts the new shot. "I've had some in the past at events... but nothing quite like this."
Not good for his (Goro Akechi's) image, after all, to be found in bars. Not that he's... that interested, but considering there's nobody to stop him anymore, or no image to ruin left...
"Cheers," he raises his glass, and takes a more careful sip this time. Oh-- it's bitter alright, and Kou does his best not to cough, fighting to keep his composure.
"What about you?" he asks, "just going to feed me drunk by myself?"
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He grabs the glass, raising it in a mock toast.
"Thanks."
Then, he downs the entire thing in one go, grimacing at the overwhelming combination of the banana flavored drink and alcohol. It's sweet, almost disgustingly so, but hey, it's what he chose.
"Gross," he comments, and slides the empty glass back, "I'll go with your recommendation next time."
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In no time at all -- before Kou can even blink, really -- another shot glass of alcohol comes to a neat rest right in front of him.
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Not good for his (Goro Akechi's) image, after all, to be found in bars. Not that he's... that interested, but considering there's nobody to stop him anymore, or no image to ruin left...
"Cheers," he raises his glass, and takes a more careful sip this time. Oh-- it's bitter alright, and Kou does his best not to cough, fighting to keep his composure.
"What about you?" he asks, "just going to feed me drunk by myself?"
He chuckles-- it's not a funny joke.