Sharon/Thor
"I have more exciting stuff in the cellar downstairs," Thor said as he poured the glass of soda into the sink. "The grown me seemingly appreciated alcoholic beverages. I was curious about relearning my tastes but... you know... society is different here. Wasn't sure if it'd be frowned upon to have it available." He was sure that a party with loud music would eventually be met with a policeman reporting of noise complaints. The last thing he'd want is to have intoxication involved as well.
Coke. He had no idea what that was either, but his glass was empty and he surely wasn't drinking that carbonated poison again. "I'd be willing to make an exception, though, so long as it's our little secret. Some of these people are horrible dancers, and I'd hate to see what a little lift would do to their left feet." He laughed and threw his empty glass into the sink.