[he hesitates...but one drink won't get him drunk, and the man could have shot him as easy as poison him.
No. More likely this was a hallucination, or genuine. So, after a second of deliberation, he accepts the flask with a grateful nod and takes a drink.
The fire of the alcohol against the back of his throat feels real enough, smooth heat grounding him a bit more in the moment. It makes him grimace. Not at the taste or the strength, but at the reality of it. As if to chase even that off, he takes one more sip before passing it back.]
What the hell kind of freaks kidnap people to experiment on them?
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No. More likely this was a hallucination, or genuine. So, after a second of deliberation, he accepts the flask with a grateful nod and takes a drink.
The fire of the alcohol against the back of his throat feels real enough, smooth heat grounding him a bit more in the moment. It makes him grimace. Not at the taste or the strength, but at the reality of it. As if to chase even that off, he takes one more sip before passing it back.]
What the hell kind of freaks kidnap people to experiment on them?