[ eyes bulge with delay when she realizes at her company's behest that the two drinks might not've been the same. indeed, what was once honey-golden is now a darker brown and foaming with the distinct tell of hops. she gives it a scrutinizing, cryptic glare before taking a swig — ]
[ and her face twists and crinkles this way and that, somewhere between freshly-bitten lemon and helping change her baby sister's diaper. she suspects her readily acclimated tongue isn't telling the true story of the horrors within this cup, but she isn't about to test that theory. ]
Delicious, great. Yeah. Serve it to your favorite in-laws. [ and if that isn't a damning enough critique: ] Still beats toilet hooch.
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[ and her face twists and crinkles this way and that, somewhere between freshly-bitten lemon and helping change her baby sister's diaper. she suspects her readily acclimated tongue isn't telling the true story of the horrors within this cup, but she isn't about to test that theory. ]
Delicious, great. Yeah. Serve it to your favorite in-laws. [ and if that isn't a damning enough critique: ] Still beats toilet hooch.