It burns.
Day grimaces as the liquor goes down his throat, eyes welling up before he looks up at Sani, who is laughing at his reaction.
"What is this?" he wheezes, putting the shot glass down and leaning on the table.
They are at the bar, the rest of their friends at the table, waiting for the shots they promised to bring right up.
"Your first shot to celebrate the end of exams," Sani smirks.
"It tastes like piss."
"It's going to taste so much better once you get drunk," she takes the tray that the bartender offers them, full of shots, full to the brim. "Trust me."
Day doubts it, but he follows her back to the table, the rest of the guys all cheering when they see the shots.
"It's been too long," Jeanine says, as she makes grabby hands to Sani, who is now setting the tray on the table.
Frost and Collins all take theirs too and drown it like it's nothing, grimacing at the aftertaste.
"Do they make tem stinger at the start or something?" Frost asks as he smacks his lips.
