Shrieky tips back Xas's drink smoothly. It is sweet, and a little cloying. The green one is definitely nicer.

He plops his arms across the bar top and crouches so that he can prop his chin on his arm, peering over it towards Xas as he rocks into the air. "I don't think I've consumed enough toxins of late for the difference to be notable."

When the bartender turns his attention towards them, Shrieky jumps the queue without thinking about it, and blurts out before Xas can order: "Can I have a hot, sweet drink? Like hot chocolate, but with alcohol?"

He knew they existed, he'd had one before!