[ Crow watches as Darin puts this concoction together. The more things he adds, the less Crow wants to drink it. That drink...if you can even call it that...looks pretty gnarly in the glass. The garnish of leek doesn't even make it appealing either.
Crow swallows hard as he takes the glass. He did say he would do anything. He gets a whiff of the smell, and his stomach is already churning in anticipation.
All right, he can do this! The singer braces himself as he does a mental countdown before going for it. He downs the drink, slamming the glass back down on the table as he tries to get that taste out of his mouth.]
That was...fuckin' gross, man!
[He's still grimacing from the revolting taste in his mouth. Though it didn't seem to do the trick with his throat.]
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Crow swallows hard as he takes the glass. He did say he would do anything. He gets a whiff of the smell, and his stomach is already churning in anticipation.
All right, he can do this! The singer braces himself as he does a mental countdown before going for it. He downs the drink, slamming the glass back down on the table as he tries to get that taste out of his mouth.]
That was...fuckin' gross, man!
[He's still grimacing from the revolting taste in his mouth. Though it didn't seem to do the trick with his throat.]