The pups rile around, splashing at each other with cold paws and now splattered fur; while the red would usually stain pure white fur, Ouija only becomes a slate grey where the water soaks into her fur. Your brain begins to connect the tense winter chill factor along with now soaked canines, cautious eyes flickering down to watch the pair play before flitting back up to the flask hanging around your friend's thick neck. The stout stallion explained that his drink was called "vodka," the bottle slipping off of his neck to slide onto the ground. "Delicious" is what he called it. You can't even taste it, why bother? but Rostislav seems to be so happy with his offering that you cannot refuse it, that would just be rude.

The giddy aura that blazed off of the boozey draft only encourages you to further go along with his offer; "Drink up comrade, it'll make your world a little prettier." The bottle sways between the two of you, sensitive nostrils almost wanting to pinch at the strong blow of the beverage. Although it was almost enough to knock you over just by getting a good wiff, making the world a little prettier sounds amazing. You blink cautiously, offering a smile to both Aurelia and Ros, "Who can refuse that pitch?" and with that, you eagerly grasp the tapered end of the flask with stained teeth.

Back your crowned skull tips, ears laying back on dark curls; the liquid feels like fire as soon as the second large gulp is thrown down, and another, and another. Four large slugs are slammed back until finally you cannot hold back a vicious cough, and you quickly lower your face, setting the poison on the earth just before loud coughs rack your sides. "Holy-" cough cough cough cough "shit!" The words are hard to get out, and your breath feels like you cough set it on fire. Whatever it's supposed to taste like you're not sure, but the intensity of it alone was enough to make your throat burn... In a good way, strangely enough.

Another couple of small coughs and the clearing of your throat happen before you dive back into it once more, this time smaller gulps being taken rather than large slams. Three, four... Five.... six? We are nearly knocked out by the intense smell as it circulates through your body and seems to just leak into your skull, giving us a good buzz just by smelling the shit. Your face drops back to look at Rostislav, holding the bottle back out in his direction. -Assuming that he had taken it back- you clear your throat again, swallowing hard. "Kind of strong." an uncertain laugh floats into the air, a broad smile spreading across your ruby mug. Both ears flick forward, already glosses over eyes looking back to quiet Aurelia. We can feel some weird teenage horomones dancing through your body again before you even know what the drink is going to do to you.

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