Hope & Sif
"I like the fizzing too," Hope admitted, with a chuckle. There was something fun about champagne bubbles tickling your nose - definitely more with champagne, less with soda. She wasn't a big soda fan unless it was in an ice cream float.
Man, she really needed to learn to find a way to shrink her ass for real.
Approaching the bar, she ordered two Deaths and gave Sif one of the tall champagne flutes - it had kind of an electric lime color, the drink did, but that was definitely the absinthe. "Supposedly absinthe has hallocinogenic superpowers, but I think that's a rumor," she said, taking her first sip. "Mostly you can just taste the botanicals."
Yeah, holy shit. Anise, fennel, wormwood - it was very earthy. Not bad, just different. "Well, cheers," she clinked her glass against Sif's, and went for another sip.