Drink

"I'll drink," you say.

"Really?" Tyler says in mock surprise. "I thought a homo like you would've loved to grab hold of my dick."

"So you were willing to have me jerk you off?" you say. "I guess I'm your type, then."

"Fuck off and drink," he replies.

With that, you lift the cup, wincing as you smell the toxic mixture inside, delightful fruity tones mixed with the ****. You down it, before you finally raise it up and chug it back. It burns on its way down but you swallow it all, before finally you toss the now empty cup aside.

"Next," you say. "And let's try keep away from the gay shit, shall we?"