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Alyosha took the small cup and, with a smile, downed it. It was warm, though, and made him cough a little as the fumes hit the back of his throat, burning upwards into his nostrils.
"Geh.. warm vodka.." he grimaced a little. It wouldn't do. Sudenly, Nyxa slipped an arm round him and began speaking drunkly, slightly too loudly, into one of his ears. He grinned, amused by her antics, thinking she seemed to have a little kitsune in her.

She was waiting on the youkai to down his shot so they could move to another round... when out of the corner of her eye she saw Nyxa put her arm around Alyosha and then he grinned. Grinned! He liked it! Why that... why would he choose her over Syrenrei. Okay, so *maybe* she had less life-ailing problems, that wasn't hard, but Sy was.... Sy had....

She didn't know, but this didn't keep her from shooting a completely evil, jealous glare at the half-breed kitsune. After all, it wasn't Nyxa's fault... she was drunk and didn't know any better.

Not that Sy was being possessive. Of course not.

Rahujo took the small cup carefully from Ieyasu. "Thank you."

She sniffed at the amber liquid contained within, and recoiled slightly at the fumes. It smelt a little like the fluids she used for cleaning and etching metal - one of the few items in her forge which were obtained from the mainland rather than made by her own hands. She certainly wouldn't drink those - could this stuff possibly be healthy?

A few seconds later, when her nose had recovered, she took a second, more cautious sniff. Hmm ... apart from the chemical fumes, it actually didn't smell too bad. It reminded her of the forge, of smoky wood, hot metal and strange bottles labelled with skull-and-crossbones designs.

She shuffled over to Alyosha - the only person in the group she really knew well enough to ask - and tapped him on the shoulder. "What, exactly, is in this?" she asked, quietly.

Alyosha turned to the large Aerandir as she shuffled towards him. Her voice was low, soft, a deep rumble which he had come to find pleasing. He looked down at the glass and sniffed a little, the tip of his long, straight nose quivering slightly. "Whisky" he pronounced. "It's alchohol, Rahujo, a drinkable form, made from fermented plants. In small amounts it can be quite pleasing. "

Feeling that Nyxa was maybe a little wobbly in her slightly drunken state he slipped his arm around her, holding her around her waist. "I wouldn't be surprised if that was true! But, then, Rah has never had a drink before." He looked over to the whisky. "If the vodkas not cold then pour me some of the whisky, please Ieyasu"

Fermented plants? Rahujo inspected the contents of the cup again, dubiously.

She remembered one of the archaeologists experimenting with plant fermentation a while back - he had had a massive, evil-smelling pot in a cupboard in his quarters for several months, eventually producing several cardboard boxes full of brown glass bottles.

The contents of the bottles had been almost but not totally unlike this liquid - dark brown, bubbly, and smelling of a mix between swamp water, cold metal and molasses. She'd been allowed a small taste, and had promptly vowed never to drink anything emanating from someone's cupboard ever again. From what she had seen, most of the rest of the dig staff had shared her reaction.

Rahujo raised the cup to her lips, and took a tiny sip. It felt hot at first, strangely light, and stung her lips a little. She swallowed hurriedly, then nearly choked as she breathed in the fumes from the alcohol.

Recovering from the coughing fit, she glanced around at the other occupants of the porch. People actually enjoyed drinking this chemical ... stuff?

...perhaps she should give it the benefit of the doubt. Maybe it was better if drunk faster, or slower, or warmer, colder, or backwards, or ...? Was there a secret technique involved in the imbibing of this bizarre fluid?

She took another, larger sip, remembering not to breathe in this time. The whisky burned its way down her throat, unpleasant at first, but a few seconds later the burning turned to a comfortable warm glow. Oooh...

Once the glow had subsided a little, she brought the cup back to her lips and drained half its contents. Perhaps the correct technique was to drink more at once rather than less - the tiny amount she had taken at first had just stung and made her cough...

Alyosha very nearly received an earful of whisky as she choked halfway through her swallow and started coughing. Obviously, slowly but not too slowly was the way to do it, she thought ruefully, looking at the remaining whisky in her cup.

Noticing the glares that Syrenrei was maybe kinda tossing in her direction, Nyxa's eyes widened considerably when she noticed the huge bit of whisky that Syrenrei'd poured for herself. Blink, blink. Eyeing what was left in her own glass, Nyxa tossed back the smallish gulp. Baring her teeth in a slight grimace, silver eyes moved back to Syrenrei, who'd just made an interesting declaration.

Ahh, well. Nyxa idly watched Rahujo choke and cough as she sipped at her drink. Giggling madly, she absently toyed with Alyosha's delicious hair. Mmm, haaaair. Ieyasu's hair was lookin' pretty good, too, but she didn't trust herself to stand up and wobble-walk over to him in order to find out.

And damn, she hoped Syrenrei would leave her clothes ON because even HER hair was starting to look hot.

She was eyeing Alyosha evilly yet.. she was drunk and more than a tad bit horny from not having had sex for many, many months, but she wasn't exactly going to whore herself out (that might require more drinks). Looking indignant she took off her shirt and flung it to the side so that her hair stuck to her slightly balmly back. Besides, wearing a bra was still decent... especially to a drunk crowd.

"You look like you have enough company," she replied tartly, her voice as sour and bitter as the whisky she had been drinking and now was spreading through her body like wildfire, making her burn all over. Still coherent enough to reason a little and talk reasonably well, she still had a few shots of soberness left in her, obviously.

"Don't slow down on my account, youkai." She thrust out her cup for him to refill and stared at him with defiant, challenging eyes that burned with determination. She might have lost Alyosha to that one tonight, but she'd never admit defeat in a drinking contest!!

Ieyasu paused for a moment, staring as Syrenrei proceeded to pull off her shirt. She really was stripping! After a moment, he grinned. Second time in a week this had happened....

"Wait just a minute! I've been pouring for other people as well as myself - got to finish my own drink first."

Lifting his own glass, he downed the drink he had poured a few moments ago, the burn of the strong alcohol lasting only momentarily. This was great. Sun, sea, sand, spirits, stripping.. what more could you ask for? Looked like Syrenrei was feeling the heat anyway...

Leaning back slightly, he lifted the bottle again, pausing as he looked at the hanyou. A roguish grin spread its way across his face. "Sure this isn't too much for you? You're looking a little flustered. Or are you just trying to distract me?"