Eheheh. Sure is. I can pound back the sweet shit all day-- tastes like juice with a lil kick. ... Mostly cause that's what it actually is, but who's counting.
I'll be over in a second.
[ And true to her word, she'll be heading towards Aradia's place in record time, canvas tote bag filled with all sorts of half-full booze and juice to go with. She'll then knock at the door and wait. ]