[The time for bolting has long passed. Ronan is shy and he is chaste, but he is not a eunuch, and he's not about to ignore his own boyfriend's siren song. Climbing up onto the bed and settling in beside (and kind of halfway on top of) Noah, he takes the bottle and examines it for a moment in the light.]
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This is... really sparkly.
[He takes an experimental sip.]
And awful.