A drinking question

[icepixie]

I don't drink, and consequently know nothing about alcohol. Thus, I put this to those who do: Fraser, Thatcher, and either RayV or RayK (I haven't decided yet) walk into a bar. What do they order? Water for Fraser, I know, but what about the other two?

(This has nothing to do with taking advantage of the fact that dS and Cupid are both set in Chicago during roughly the same span of years. Nothing at all. *whistles innocently*)*

Still working on the Yukon one, BTW. After 4,500 words, Fraser and Thatcher are finally setting off on the dogsledding trip that's the whole point of the fic. Er. They kept wanting to talk, and then there were of course awkward silences and half-finished sentences, and a dead body plays a rather large part in the whole thing, so that had to be dealt with...

I'm really not making anyone want to read this fic, am I?


* And yes, I realize that in all likelihood I'm the only person on the whole internet who would want to read such a thing, but writing for one's own pleasure is a worthy purpose, right? Right.

Comments

[ladysorka]

Yeah, but growing up where Fraser did, with the people Fraser grew up with, I'm... not entirely sure "beer" would fall under alcohol in that scenario. Beer is more... the beverage of choice.

I mean, I can't see him drinking hard liquer, or even wine. But beer? Yeah, I can see Fraser drinking beer.

And you can get wine in most bars, it's just going to be really, really bad wine that a true wine drinker wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole. The kind that comes out of a box.

[icepixie]

Fraser and beer: Huh. That's really interesting. It never would've occured to me, either. (Down here, everything from beer to make-you-go-blind proof moonshine is generally put in the "Don't drink it; it's bad for you and will disrupt your moral compass" category, with no consideration given to amounts of alcohol in different types of drink.)

And you can get wine in most bars, it's just going to be really, really bad wine that a true wine drinker wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole. The kind that comes out of a box.

Good to know! Thank you.