⊰ ♛ of bones ⊱

"What? Never had beer before?" It seemed as such due to the other’s reaction. "It’s great, trust me." She opened her own can before tapping it against the blond’s. "Bottoms up, sweetie." And she’ll take a gulp of it, lettig out a satisfied sigh afterward. "Your turn."

          Ah, She was aware of the toxins such as alcohol (after all, sailors downed rum as if it was going out of style) so she had consumed the toxins on several occasions. But never had she consumed the one addressed as Beer. 

                 But no matter, she took a gulp similar to the greenette's,                   retaining the urge to spit it right back out.                      It tasted awful.

            { ♚ } ’ It happens everyday, and most are not fragile. ‘

"Want some company then? Maybe a can o’ beer?" And she’ll offer one to the siren.

            { ♚ } ’ Shh.. you hear that? That’s the sound                        of people dying. ‘