[Because he was a detective, Ren, a celebrity detective. He didn't get to just change clothes and waltz into red-light districts for the fun of it.
The (metaphorical, this time) glove has been thrown, and though he takes the bottle and hefts it, his nose wrinkles with distaste. Even without having tried it before, he can't imagine straight vodka tastes any good. Considering that most people seem to mix it with all kinds of things.]
Not even going to offer me a glass? What a classy place you must have worked for.
[-He says that, but he still uncaps the bottle and fights back a reflexive frown of disgust at the smell. Ugh. He can't back down when Ren is giving him that look, so in an effort to look cool, he meets his eyes as he brings the bottle to his lips.
Oh. It's bad. The first second of wary concern isn't anything as he takes a gulp from the bottle, but then the taste and smell combined hits all at once, spasming his throat as he yanks the bottle away and gasps, one gloved hand covering his mouth as if that might stop the violent shudder.]
Fuck!
[It burns! It's not as bad as that fucking takoyaki he'd made the mistake of eating at their school festival, but this shit is awful! How do adults drink this garbage and pretend to like it?!]
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[Because he was a detective, Ren, a celebrity detective. He didn't get to just change clothes and waltz into red-light districts for the fun of it.
The (metaphorical, this time) glove has been thrown, and though he takes the bottle and hefts it, his nose wrinkles with distaste. Even without having tried it before, he can't imagine straight vodka tastes any good. Considering that most people seem to mix it with all kinds of things.]
Not even going to offer me a glass? What a classy place you must have worked for.
[-He says that, but he still uncaps the bottle and fights back a reflexive frown of disgust at the smell. Ugh. He can't back down when Ren is giving him that look, so in an effort to look cool, he meets his eyes as he brings the bottle to his lips.
Oh. It's bad. The first second of wary concern isn't anything as he takes a gulp from the bottle, but then the taste and smell combined hits all at once, spasming his throat as he yanks the bottle away and gasps, one gloved hand covering his mouth as if that might stop the violent shudder.]
Fuck!
[It burns! It's not as bad as that fucking takoyaki he'd made the mistake of eating at their school festival, but this shit is awful! How do adults drink this garbage and pretend to like it?!]