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Hartley shrugged, puffing himself up and frowning. “I’m not cute,” he grumbled, grabbing the glass and downing it quickly, the burning almost knocking him back on his ass with coughing. Hartley’s face beet red between the coughing and sputtering. “What the hell was that?!” He spit out. “That tasted absolutely repugnant. Why would you ever drink that?” Hartley wiped his lips and put the glass back down on the counter. “It feels like I drank nuclear waste and it’s boiling the contents of my stomach.”

Cisco smiled as he sipped his own drink. “You said you wanted the hardest. I gave you the best vodka I had straight. First of all, its usually an aquired taste. Second, You don’t drink for the taste of the drink. You drink to get drunk if you’re drinking vodka straight. I think you’re more of a long island iced tea kind of guy.” He said with a smirk. “Would you prefer a cider? It’s like spiked apple juice. Easier on your delicate palate, lindo.”