Sev looks at the drink dubiously as the two stepped into the elevator, the doors sliding closed with barely a sound as Eva punched in a floor number. Bring it to her lips, she took a very slight sip, wincing as the mix of heat and the acrid flavor hit her tongue. None the less, she swallowed the mouthful of this new drink, the flavor holding in her mouth even after the liquid was gone.
"Uh...its alright, I guess." she muttered, holding the drink with a lot less interest now that she had confirmed her suspicions.
"Don't really have a taste for it, though."
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
