Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Descent ❯ Drinking Games ( Chapter 20 )

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Descent

 

Chapter Twenty

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Drinking Games

 

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“I'm going home.”

 

Ed looked up at the owner of the tired voice, then to the clock on the wall. It was time for normal people to go home, but Mustang had been staying late since Ed had gotten back to Central. Even before that, from what he'd heard.

 

The blond stretched, but not too much. He didn't want to tear another seam in his black jacket. Marking his place in the book, Ed flopped it onto the table with the rest of his research materials. “Yeah me too. Glad it's Friday.”

 

“Why? All you do is read at home too,” Mustang said dolefully.

 

Ed grinned. “Yeah, but that's different.”

 

The colonel sighed. “I guess.”

 

The younger alchemist frowned. Something was wrong. The dark haired man seemed distracted and depressed. “You okay?” Ed asked, standing up and pulling on his red overcoat.

 

“Yeah, just tired I suppose.”

 

As they walked down the hall, the teen looked at the colonel in concern. He'd never seen the man looking so despondent before. Ed didn't think it could be because of the shouting match with Havoc, but…. “So what was that earlier with the lieutenant?”

 

“That's classified,” the older man said simply, making it clear that questions in that area were not welcome.

 

“Okay…” Ed said as they left the building.

 

The blond alchemist stuffed his gloved hands in his pockets and grinned. Normally he wouldn't be too uncomfortably hot this time of year with all the layers he wore, but he was uncomfortable given the tightness in his clothing. The thought made him grin all the more. It hadn't been until Mustang had pointed out that the woman probably hadn't shrunk his clothes after all, but that he was growing, that had Ed even conceived of the possibility that he could be getting taller.

 

Suddenly a thought came to him and he frowned. If he grew too much, he'd need another set of automail made for him, and that meant going back to Rizembool. Ed took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. The last time Winry had made him a new automail leg she'd told him that she had made it extendable up to an inch. He would be able to do the extensions himself for half of that inch, but he'd need an automail mechanic to do the other half inch. After that, he'd need a new one made.

 

Ed felt guilty all over again, thinking about how he had treated Winry that night, and all the bad things he had thought about her since he'd woken from the hospital. He rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. He really had been jealous.

 

It had taken someone else forcing him to confront the truth to make him see it though.

 

He really had been acting childish…

 

Ed moved his hand from his neck and moved it beneath his red coat to the pocket where he'd put the pack of smokes and the lighter Havoc had given him. Fishing one of the cigarettes out, Ed slipped it between his lips while he dug out the lighter.

 

When the young alchemist found what he was looking for, he lit the smoke and inhaled, glad that he wasn't coughing. He'd only had one other cigarette since his first one, and he had only coughed once while smoking that one. The blond felt glad that he was finally getting used to it. He'd look pretty stupid if he were hacking and coughing every time…

 

Without warning Ed felt himself being grabbed and turned around. “What the hell are you doing?” The colonel shouted.

 

The teen only stared wide eyed at the angry looking man for a moment, not understanding what he had done wrong. When he didn't say anything, the colonel grabbed the cigarette from Ed's mouth and shook it. “This Ed. What are you doing with this?”

 

“Smoking it…” he answered hesitantly.

 

The dark haired man's eyes narrowed and he glared dolefully at the blond. “You know what I mean.”

 

Suddenly Ed felt angry and he snatched the cigarette back. “If I want to start smoking, that's my choice! I'm not a kid! You can't tell me that I can't!”

 

For a moment the two alchemists stared hard at each other. Finally, Mustang closed his eyes, sighed, then began walking again. “Fine. Do whatever you want.” the man said irritably, and Ed followed. “I don't want you smoking in the apartment though.”

 

They walked in silence for a time before Mustang spoke again. “Isn't that the brand Havoc smokes?”

 

Ed nodded. “Yeah, he gave them to me.”

 

The colonel ran a hand through his hair, then growled, “That man is really pissing me off today…”

 

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When the door opened, Winry and Pinako looked up from the automail job they were working on.

 

“Where have you been?” Winry asked in concern. The light drizzle they had been getting off and on all week had turned into a downpour, and she had been worried about Al being caught out in such a bad storm.

 

“Sorry to have worried you,” he answered as he quickly made his way to the stairs.

 

Winry watched him curiously. The tall alchemist was pulling his coat around him in an odd way…

 

Suddenly a muffled mewing noise met her ears and he cringed slightly before running up the stairs.

 

For a moment Winry just stared at the now empty staircase, then looked at the old woman beside her. Pinako returned the gaze with an amused grin and a raised eyebrow.

 

Sighing, Winry turned back to her work.

 

About fifteen minutes later the blonde mechanic looked up to find Al quietly leaving the kitchen with a small bowl of milk and some leftover chicken pieces.

 

“What do you think you're doing?” she asked in amusement.

 

He looked at her guiltily for a moment, then said, “Just getting something to eat.”

 

“Really…” she said flatly. He shrugged and hurried back up the stairs. Winry shook her head. Not exactly a lie, but not the whole truth either.

 

Sighing, she tightened a bolt and muttered, “He'd make a fantastic politician…”

 

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Ed flipped a coin and watched it fly across the room and drop into the cup. “This is really boring…” he complained, then looked at the man beside him.

 

Mustang grabbed one of the coins and tossed it in the general direction of the cup. When it missed, the dark haired man shrugged, then filled the small shot glass with… whatever was in the bottle… Ed looked at the label.

 

Whiskey.

 

The colonel filled the glass with whiskey and gulped down the contents of the glass. It didn't seem like a lot, but the bottle was almost half empty and they hadn't been playing this dumb game very long…

 

“Try missing Ed,” Mustang said blandly.

 

The blond rolled his eyes. “Then what's the point? I told you before, Al and I used to play a game like this when we were kids. I don't even have to think about it and I can still get it in the cup.”

 

“The point?” the colonel asked with a slight grin before tossing a coin, and taking another drink.

 

“Hey… It was my turn dammit…” Ed said irritably. Not that it really mattered. Throwing coins into a cup had stopped been fun when he was eight...

 

“The point, my dearest Edward…” At that Ed rolled his eyes. “…is to get as drunk as you can, as quick as you can.” Another coin tossed, followed by another drink.

 

“I didn't think you needed a fucking game to do that,” Ed mumbled as he tossed another coin and heard it clink with the others a second later.

 

“You don't, but I thought you would like it better…” This said with another coin tossed. When the small metal disk dropped into the cup, Mustang swore bitterly.

 

“I don't drink…” the younger alchemist said, turning a coin over between his fingers and glancing over at his lover.

 

The older man chuckled. “Oh, I see. You'll smoke, but not drink. That's what I just love about you, Ed. You always make so much sense.”

 

The short teen tossed the coin and said, “Why do you want me to drink with you anyway? If you want to get drunk, fine, but do it by yourself.”

 

The older man shook his head. “It's no fun being around sober people when you're soused.”

 

Ed picked up the now less than half full bottle and sniffed the contents, before pulling his head away sharply. “Don't you have anything that smells better than this shit?”

 

“I'm sure I could find something.”

 

The blond put the bottle down and sighed. “So why are you so determined to get drunk anyway?”

 

The dark haired man had just been about to toss a coin when he stopped. His hand lowered and he seemed lost in thought for a moment.

 

“Colonel,” Ed said, trying to get the man's attention.

 

Nothing.

 

Ed bit the inside of his cheek. Although the man had said Ed could call him by his first name when they were alone, the younger alchemist hadn't done so as of yet because it just seemed too strange…

 

The young alchemist laid a hand on Mustang's arm and said hesitantly, “Roy…”

 

The colonel turned his head and looked vaguely at the teen for a moment, then a small smile touched his lips. “I was wondering if you would ever call me that…” the man's voice trailed off and he seemed lost in thought once more.

 

Suddenly, the dark haired man seemed to snap back into focus. “I have a great idea!” he said, a little too exuberantly.

 

Ed watched as Mustang got up, at first a tad unsteadily, grabbed the bottle and headed back to the kitchen.

 

“What the hell are you doing?” Ed called, getting up.

 

“We're going to have some fun!” Came the reply.

 

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Winry crept to Al's room, determined not to make any noise, and pressed her ear against the door. She couldn't hear anything, but that didn't matter. She knew what was in there… The blonde wrapped her hand around the door knob and turned it slowly so as to not make a sound. When the knob was turned completely she took a deep breath, held it, and opened the door a crack.

 

Al was sitting on the floor playing with a small, brown, tabby kitten. She could see the small bowl of milk set near the bed and the small pieces of chicken as well. Winry opened the door enough for her head to poke through, and the hinges made a small creaking noise.

 

The sandy haired alchemist looked up in surprise, eyes wide.

 

“Just getting something to eat huh?” she said, and let herself into the room, closing the door behind her.

 

He blushed. “Yeah. I was. Just… It wasn't for me…”

 

The blond mechanic put her hands to her hips. “Al…”

 

His eyes widened more, and he made a small whimpering noise.

 

“Oh no you don't! No amount of making yourself look cuter is going to let you keep the kitten.”

 

“But… she was all alone, and it's raining….”

 

Sighing, Winry sat on the floor next to the tall teen. “We have a dog, Al.”

 

“Den will love her…”

 

“Den will eat her,” the teenage mechanic said flatly.

 

Al picked up the energetic fuzz ball and held the kitten, which couldn't be any older than three months, up with the paws and face toward her. “You wouldn't make me put poor CinCin(1) out in the rain would you…? Look how small and defenseless she is…”

 

“You named it…?”

 

Al only gave her the `I'm a cute, give me what I want' look.

 

Winry sighed in exasperation. The kitten was darling… Leaning forward, the blonde put her face near the small animal and petted its head. Suddenly the kitten swiped at her and she felt a sharp stinging sensation in her cheek and nose.

 

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Ed looked down as a shot glass with bluish liquid that was placed on the table in front of him. Mustang set another one down on the table for himself and stepped back, grinning like an idiot.

 

“Oookaaay…” Ed said and looked up at the man expectantly.

 

“This is something of my own creation,” the colonel said proudly. “It has a half ounce of Banana Liqueur; half ounce of Blue Curacao, that's what gives it the blue color; and half an ounce of Everclear.”

 

The younger alchemist continued to stare at the older man. “That doesn't mean anything to me…”

 

Mustang rolled his eyes. “Okay, basically all you need to know is that it tastes good. The Banana Liqueur adds some banana flavor. The Curacao adds an orange flavor, there are different colors, but I like blue the best here. The Everclear doesn't add much to the flavor, but it has the highest content of alcohol. It's what's going to get us nice and toasty.”

 

“Aren't you already `toasty'?” Ed asked, remembering how much of the other bottle his commanding officer had already drunk.

 

The older man waved the words off. “Hardly. I've just gotten started.”

 

Yeah right... Ed thought. “Okay, so does this fantastic concoction have a name?” he asked, sniffing it.

 

“Yep. `Fiery Blue Mustang.(2)'” the dark haired man said, with even more pride.

 

Ed's cheeks puffed out and he started laughing. “Fiery Blue Mustang? You named it after yourself?” More laughter. “I can't believe how fucking conceited you can be sometimes!”

 

“So glad that I can amuse you…” the colonel said flatly.

 

Trying hard to get himself under control, Ed said through panting breaths, “Sorry… sorry… So why `Fiery Blue Mustang'?”

 

“Because blue fire burns the hottest.”

 

“Okay. And?”

 

The colonel grinned. “Well to drink this, you set it on fire first, then blow it out before downing it.”

 

Ed pressed his lips together and blinked his eyes to keep the tears from the laugher bubbling up inside of him from coming out. “You're joking.”

 

The taller man shook his head and walked over to his overcoat. Pulling out the white gloves, Mustang walked back to the table as he put them on.

 

Ed frowned. “Isn't it kind of irresponsible to use alchemy for something like this?”

 

“Of course. Now, when I light it on fire, blow it out and gulp it down. Alright?”

 

The teenager looked doubtfully down at the drink. He had never drunk alcohol before, and was a bit nervous. Well… he supposed the colonel was right. It was stupid to not be willing to drink one little tiny glass of alcohol when he was willing to start smoking. It was only a little shot glass after all; it wasn't as if he could get drunk of off such a little amount…

 

When Ed nodded, Mustang snapped his fingers and a small amount of blue fire burst onto the liquid. The blond immediately blew it out, picked up the glass and swallowed the contents.

 

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“I am so sorry,” Al said again as he dabbed a damp cloth at the small claw marks on Winry's cheek and nose.

 

“It's okay…” Winry murmured, trying to remain still.

 

Al frowned. He really did feel bad. The little cuts weren't deep, but they would leave a mark until they'd healed completely. When she'd cried out in pain, CinCin had wiggled free from his grip, scratching at his hands, then ran under the bed in fright.

 

“Is it really bad?” she asked.

 

He shook his head and dabbed at her face again. The cuts had stopped bleeding and he was trying to get the blood off of her skin as gently as he could, but it was hard for him to concentrate. They were both sitting on his bed, and he was just so close to her… he could feel her breath on his skin...

 

Al could feel the blood rising not only to his cheeks, but also to his…

 

“Are you okay?” Winry's eyes looked into his with concern.

 

“Yeah, why do you ask?” he murmured, silently begging his body to go back to normal.

 

She began a smile, but stopped and blinked as the movement brought a little pain. “You're blushing…”

 

“Oh… well… It's just a little hot in here…” he answered lamely.

 

He wondered what she would do if he leaned over just a little more and pressed his lips against hers. He had dreamed and fantasized about doing that, but to actually do it… No. He couldn't. There was no way… She would beat him within an inch of his life with a wrench…

 

Her lips pulled into a frown. “Are you sure you're alright? You're not getting sick are you?”

 

Al shook his head, afraid to speak. He had run out of blood to wipe away and he knew that he wouldn't be able to keep blotting at her face forever.

 

He really wanted to kiss her…

 

The tall alchemist's heart was beating faster in his chest as he tried to think clearly. Wouldn't it be better to get one kiss and have her mad at him, then risk never getting one? After all, once Ed came back then he'd definitely have no chance, because Winry obviously loved his brother, right?

 

Right?

 

But they had been getting along so well, and she'd even held his hand sometimes and…

 

Al searched her face. She was still looking at him with concern. He thought that maybe she might feel something for him… but what if he was wrong? What if she rejected him? What if she tried to be nice about not having the same feelings for him as he did for her? Wouldn't that be even worse than her anger?

 

“Al?” she asked, bringing him out of his thoughts and he realized that he had stopped dabbing at her scratches and had been staring at her.

 

The tall teen swallowed. His mouth was dry and he wasn't sure if he could speak if he wanted to. What if she knew what he was thinking? Was she already plotting his death? This was just so embarrassing...

 

“Al…” she said again, “Are you going to kiss me or not?”

 

He blinked.

 

“Wha…?”

 

“Al, you've been dabbing my face with that for fifteen minutes already… So either the cuts are worse than you told me, or you're working up the courage to kiss me.”

 

He was flabbergasted.

 

Completely.

 

She knew?

 

Did that mean she wanted him to kiss her?

 

The sandy haired boy set the cloth on the bed without taking his eyes from the girl in front of him. He would definitely say that she had given her permission. Well, at least, she hadn't seemed against it…

 

Al gently laid a shaky hand against her cheek, feeling Winry's soft, warm skin beneath his fingers. Swallowing again, Al slowly brought his head forward and as he did so, Winry's eyes fluttered shut as she waited expectantly.

 

Trying not to hyperventilate, Al breathed in her scent as he got nearer; it was the scent of oil and metal, but under all that he could smell the soap that she used. It was the kind that smelled like flowers… Finally, he pressed his lips gently against hers. Al forced his eyes to stay open. He didn't want to miss a moment of what was happening. He wanted all his senses involved.

 

At that moment he realized that his body did not understand this was only to be a chaste kiss. The pressure in his lower regions was becoming a little more than uncomfortable. Reluctantly, he pulled himself away from her, breaking the kiss.

 

Here she was, the object of his desires, on his bed... they were alone… he kissed her, and she'd let him…

 

What else would she let him do?

 

No.

 

No!

 

He forced the thoughts away.

 

She smiled softly at him, a small blush coming to her cheeks, then grimaced slightly at the sting from the scratches. “That was really sweet.”

 

“Yeah…” he breathed.

 

Surprisingly, Winry looked down shyly. Shy was just not something he associated with her. “I've never been kissed before…” she whispered, then looked back up at him through her bangs.

 

He blushed a little. “I've never kissed anyone before either…” He wanted to ask her if she wanted another one, but he couldn't. What if he couldn't hold himself back?

 

No.

 

He didn't want to do anything that he shouldn't, and the best way to insure that was to not tempt himself.

 

Al looked down and picked up the cloth. He looked at it a moment before handing it to her. “I don't know if you want to see those scratches now that they've stopped bleeding…” The alchemist's voice was soft, but it held a note of pleading in it too.

 

And for that, he hated himself.

 

The blonde mechanic stared down at the cloth for a moment before taking it, then she nodded and gave him a small half smile. She was already learning how to smile without making her scratches reopen.

 

Oh how he hoped she didn't know that he was trying to get her out of the room and away from him. He hoped she didn't know how weak he truly was…

 

“Thanks,” she said quietly, getting up off the bed and heading toward the door.

 

“I'll be down in a minute,” he croaked. “I need to take care of CinCin…”

 

She nodded and let herself out, shutting the door behind her.

 

“Yeah…” he whispered to himself. “I need to take care of CinCin…”

 

And other things...

 

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Roy, sitting on the couch, bottle in one hand, looked down at the teenager whose head was currently lying in his lap. The blond was gazing up at him with a glazed look, one hand raised and tracing lines on Roy's chest.

 

“Jus' one more?” the younger alchemist asked in a slurred, pleading tone.

 

Roy shook his head. “I don't think so. You can't even stand up.”

 

The boy pouted and said, “Well, neither can you.”

 

The colonel nodded. “That's true. And do you see me having any more shots?”

 

“But you had more than me…”

 

“I can handle more than you.”

 

Ed grinned and reached clumsily for the bottle Roy was holding. “Then gimmy some `a that…”

 

The dark haired man took a swig from the almost empty whiskey bottle before moving it out of the boy's reach, then asked, “Why don't you make any noise when you jerk off?”

 

The blond's eyebrows knit together as he stared up in confusion. “Wha?”

 

“Yeah… I've been wondering for a while…”

 

Ed seemed to think about this for a moment, then shrugged. “I dunno… I guess `cause `a Al… I mean… ya know he never slept, right? When his soul was attached to the armor… So even when I was in the bathroom I had'ta be quiet… Guess it just kinda stuck…”

 

Roy nodded. It made sense.

 

“Cooome oon… jus' one drink…” This time Ed reached up with his automail arm, nearly knocking Roy in the face with his unsteadiness.

 

“Watch what you're doing with that!” the colonel growled, pushing the metal arm back down.

 

Ed grinned, turned himself over onto his stomach, and pushed himself onto his hands and knees. The short teen crawled over Roy's legs, then situated himself so that he had a leg on each side of Roy's.

 

The colonel shook his head in amusement at his drunk subordinate. The boy wrapped his arms around Roy's neck and planted a sloppy kiss on the dark haired man's neck. “Rooooy…” Ed whimpered.

 

Roy grinned. He loved hearing Ed say his name. “Whaaat?”

 

“What if I give you a blow job?” Ed whispered into the colonel's ear.

 

“You'll get `that stuff' in your mouth.”

 

“No, I mean will you lemmy have some of that?”

 

Ed pulled his head away and stared at Roy with a glazed look in his eyes. It was obvious the kid was plastered. The blond slid his body down so that he was kneeling on the ground and pulled on Roy's sweats.

 

Well, if Ed wanted to go down on him, Roy wasn't about to stop him. It was something Ed would probably never do when he was sober, or if he did, it wouldn't be for a long time.

 

When the blond got the pants off, he positioned himself between the colonel's legs and looked at Roy's semi-hard sex.

 

“Come on,” Roy urged, petting the boy's head.

 

Suddenly, the boy began giggling. “You should be `The Bartender Alchemist'.”

 

Roy rolled his eyes and pushed Ed's head down. It was a little harder than he should have, but his motor skills weren't exactly the best at the moment, and neither was his patience. “I thought you were going to suck me off,” he reminded the boy. No way was he going to let this opportunity pass by. After that he'd give Ed the bottle and let him drink until he passed out if that's what the kid wanted.

 

The short alchemist resisted for a moment then took Roy's now hard erection into his mouth, or at least as much as he could. Roy roughly grabbed a fistful of Ed's hair and growled, “If you bite me I swear I'll kill you. Understand?”

 

Ed nodded and began giggling again, bumping his teeth against the soft flesh of Roy's penis. “Dammit Ed!”

 

The boy mumbled something that vaguely resembled `sorry', and tried again, moving his lips up and down over the intrusion in his mouth.

 

Roy moaned, half in pleasure, half in frustration. This had to be the worst blow job he'd ever received. When he couldn't take it any more, the colonel forcefully grabbed both sides of Ed's head. “Just hold still, and keep your fucking teeth away from my cock,” Roy growled as he began rocking his hips so that his erection thrust into Ed's mouth.

 

Roy heard a gagging sound escape from the boy, but he was past caring. The older alchemist moaned, his heart pounding, his breathing erratic. He was going to do this the way he wanted it, and if Ed didn't like it that was his problem. The colonel stared hard into Ed's wide golden eyes as the teen struggled to take in all that was being forced into his mouth.

 

Even screwing the teen like this brought only a slightly more satisfactory feeling. He was so close, but dammit if this wasn't just the shittiest fuck session he'd ever had. The liquor he'd given the blond had cost more than what he'd paid out for better than this.

 

Tears were streaming down Ed's eyes now, though whether from the alcohol or from the situation, Roy didn't care. What mattered right now was blowing his load, and dammit all if he wasn't going to do just that. The colonel tightened his grip on Ed's head as the teen tried to move away.

 

“I said, hold still you little shit!” Roy hissed and thrust more quickly. He was sooo fucking close! Suddenly he felt the pleasure finally reach the point of no return. With a loud, `aaah', Roy exhaled loudly, cumming hard into the younger alchemist's mouth.

 

Ed tried to pull away, but Roy held him still. “Don't even think about it!” he growled. “I want you to swallow!” Ed shook his head, again trying to pull away, but Roy wouldn't let go. “Swallow dammit! If you're going to act like a fucking whore, at least do it right!”

 

If Roy would have been less drunk, he would have let his brain recognize the hurt emotion in the boy's eyes.

 

But he wasn't.

 

And he didn't.

 

The colonel watched as the short teen hesitantly swallowed once, then a second time.

 

“Good boy,” Roy murmured, releasing Ed's head. The teen gagged slightly as Roy's softening sex slid wetly from his mouth. Saliva mixed with sperm dripped from his tongue onto his chin and Ed lifted a shaky arm to wipe it away.

 

The colonel watched for a moment, then grabbed Ed's shirt and pulled the boy roughly toward him, pressing his lips hard against the blond's, then shoved his tongue into the younger alchemist's mouth. Roy tasted liquor, semen, a faint smoky smell from the teen's last smoke and the ever present taste of `Ed' all mixed together.

 

When he released him, Roy took a deep drink from the bottle, then thrust it into Ed's trembling hands before lifting his legs up onto the couch and lying down.

 

Roy closed his eyes. He could hear the swishing of the liquid in the bottle as the teen took a drink… could hear the gulping sounds the other alchemist made and then the coughing as the rough liquid burned the kid's throat.

 

His body felt warm and numb, and his consciousness drifted in the dark abyss of his mind. Roy was vaguely aware of someone climbing on top of him and a head resting on his chest.

 

None of that mattered.

 

All that mattered now was that he didn't have to think about anything anymore.

 

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1 - CinCin is the name of Neo Diji's cat.

 

2 - This is an actual drink, although obviously Roy Mustang did not come up with it. And yes, you actually do set it on fire before drinking it.

 

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