Bobby laughed then, genuinely, at Ragnar's assumption of the Budweiser. "No. That stuff's already bad enough to drink, if you had to chew through it no one would drink it." He tried it a few times in college, but it always tasted terrible. He's already been through enough crap, I'm not gonna put him through shitty beer. "They're aluminum cans," Bobby continued. "They're opened at the top," he said before he turned back to the bar and weighed his options.
So he wants poison, huh? Should I just give him straight spirits, or go for some rocket-fuel cocktails? "How about I start you off with a Long Island Iced Tea? I promise there's no tea in it," he said with a smirk as he turned around to the bar and picked up the five liquor bottles required; vodka, cointreau, tequila, bacardi and gin. He then picked up a large clear glass as well as a metal shot-measure.
Bobby, of course, poured two shots of each spirit into the glass (I'm a nice host after all!) and then squeezed a lemon wedge into the drink. Afterwards he opened a very small 'mixer' size can of cola that was within the bar's refrigerator and only needed to use about a quarter of it; the final drink resembled an iced tea, although it was a shade too light. For the final touch, he blew upon the drink while using his powers; the super-frosted vapor caused the beverage's temperature to plunge and the surface of the glass to fog. He then picked it up and presented it to Ragnar with a devious smile reminiscent of a mad scientist. "A big guy like you shouldn't find this too much of a challenge," he added playfully before reaching for his own whiskey tumbler.