Clint, on the other hand, went to sniff at it. It seemed to be very fragrant, and smelled like lemons. All of a sudden a large hand reached over, picked up the cup and poured half of the alcohol inside into another empty cup.
"You can't drink so much on your own, this portion is for the two of you!" Yellow Beard laughed heartily, picking up his own cup again and guzzling it madly.
"Thanks, uncle."
Clint looked at the cups hesitantly, and reached out his hand to pass one cup to Baylon.
"Are we really going to drink that?" Baylon asked hesitantly.
"Just try a little..." reminded Red Moon softly. "Everything in the radiation belt is very dangerous."
"Got it." Clint nodded, and bent down to lick the wine lightly with the tip of his tongue. Instantly, a refreshingly sour, intense taste of alcohol entered his mouth.
Urk...
It was just a little, but his face was already turning red, the things in front of him beginning to sway.