““He took a drink of the juice and cursed. “What is this shit? Poison?” Nykyrian took his acerbic tone in stride. “You can’t live on alcohol.” “Wanna bet?” “Wanna die?” Nykyrian pushed the juice back toward Syn. “Drink it and quit bitching.” Syn mouthed those words back mockingly and added an extremely obscene insult to it. “You know, you’re a little hairy to be my mother.” He pulled out a small flask and added it to the juice. Nykyrian let out a deep, fierce growl that actually scared her. Syn ignored it as he drank the alcohol-laced juice. “Much better.””
