stormharbinger:

         _{A DERISIVE SNORT as a bear-like hand clapped along the other’s back, taking another hearty swig of his mead. The fact that the shorter blonde would deign to compare the finest of beverages in all of Asgard to the swill on Midgard was an affront to his senses.} 

❝  There is no beverage in any realm that matches the mead here!  ❞ A wave brought a goblet to the demon as Thor continued, 

❝  Just be aware, should you become sick, your kind would be more mocked than they are now. It is only the honor of the entirety of your delegation on the line…  ❞

           _{❝ YOU UNDERESTIMATE ME, THOR.❞ Or perhaps it was Ky who underestimated Thor himself. He could handle alcohol like WATER back on earth; it never suited his tastes. The cheep shit or the more expensive brands… they all tasted the same to him. It also was rare that he ever got fully smashed, but that was quite frankly… besides the point. ❝ I’ll drink this goblet and the next three. You’re on. ❞}