Alexander stood behind the counter, looking at the bottle Brak had pushed forward.
"Really?" said Brak.
He then grabbed the bottle and took the cork out.
He tilted his head backward and drank some directly out of it, after one gulp he loudly put the bottle down on the counter while whistling.
"Ahh! Hits the spot," he said.
He then reached in his pockets to get a handkerchief to wipe the bottle with.
"Now, your turn," said Brak.
Alexander glanced at Fae who could barely remain upright without his help, she trusted him with all her being.
Brak was mysterious, but by drinking some of it himself it relieved a bit of the distrust.
Alexander grabbed the bottle, looking at Fae.
"Me first, then you."
She nodded.
He tilted his head backward, drinking roughly a third of it.
He then put it back on the counter, his hand still on the bottle's neck, standing still as he analyzed the things he felt.
