
“Of course I drink.”
“—I drink water.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.
“… Pipe down before you jump to conclusions, I get what you mean. But, you’re forgetting one detail here; I’m a minor. A seventeen year old with more tact than most adults, but a minor nonetheless.”
“Still, I did drink alcohol once. When you’ve got a scatterbrained aunt for a guardian, you’re bound to get away with some things.”
"And frankly, the beer or whatever it was I had tasted revolting as shit. Looked like piss too — and I had an overwhelming urge to spit it on the guy who served me the abomination in the first place.”