Fenna accepted the drinks from Zell, examining the shot before bringing it to her lips. Manticore spit, how typical of Zell to bring back something weird like this. The liquid was much darker than anything she had seen before and the smell was, well, it was no Jägermeister. The cautious part of her was not yet convinced she wanted to try this. Zell, on the other hand, wasted no time and downed the shot. She could see the regret almost instantly and it would have been funny if she didn't have the same drink in front of her. Clive too downed the shot and seeing how the big man reacted didn't leave her with much confidence. The sane part of her wanted to refuse, put the drink aside and forget about it. All the evidence pointed to it being a very bad idea. But... what was life if you couldn't take a chance sometimes? "Here goes nothing," she muttered and brought the glass up, tilted her head and downed the liquid. It burned down her throat, shot needles into her head and left a vile taste on her tongue. "Gah," she sputtered and she coughed. "Sodeju," she croaked. "That'sstrong." She coughed again and croaked. "Never...again..."
Next time, Fenna decided, next time Zell would come back with something that sounded dubious and smelled dubious, she would not drink it. But she was glad she did, because this was something they would remember forever.