Blood and beer bottles.
It is much thicker than you would think, but then there are those who take too much aspirin and their blood could pass for herbal tea.
But in this case it was thick and plentiful, rich in colour. Swirling in a mouth of malt and hops. Burping brings forth the taste again and again.
Grainy; against the teeth.
I feel I should shroud you in leather at a time like this, or fur…like a holy veil.
Extreme.
Encompassing.
You do look cold, perhaps it will help?
I’ll smash another one or should I pour you a glass first and then cut you with it? Have I poured for you before?
It is always the perfect glass, with just the right amount of head.
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