The "Ambrosia" - Colonial Bar on Sabah Shipyard

[Lythrilux]

Maxwell stared at the Liquid in front of him. Either his mind was playing tricks on him, or the liquid started to bubble and that he could hear voices coming from it. The alcohol 'fumes' must be getting to him.

"Ah, so you're with the flight aces in the 44th. I've heard about them. I hear you're good at popping gauls".

Maxwell picked up the glass with his hand.

"And myself? Well, I'm a rook around here. I applied recently and got in suprisingly fast. Maybe there's something unique about me or something... I don't know".

Maxwell moved the glass to his lips, he was just about to drink it when he stopped...

"Oh, you still haven't told me your name by the way. I'm Maxwell Cryoto, you can just call me Max though. Everyone does"

The glugged down the drink fast. Too fast. His throat begun to burn with a fiery sensation and the alcohol quickly got into him. He coughed.

*Groan* "What did you just make me drink...? I feel like a volcano on cardamine" He swayed back and forth, he was getting drunk already.
He then turned and looked at Liz. "Is this stuff legal and/or safe?".

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