we built this city on broken glass

His very insistence that those drinks she seemed to favour were 'girly' so predictably prompted that ready scowl upon the young woman's features. Malia, if nothing else, readily inclined to rise to any challenge thrown before her. That implication that those drinks might somehow be lesser so sure to spark within the coyote that desire to prove him wrong. How very....unique it was to find such energy in a woman these days. Frost inclined to find that very part of her nature appealing and indeed it only further assured him of that choice he had made in promoting her to that position of Beta. There would be much for her to learn still and yet Malia was the very sort of being inclined to learn it. Intelligent, sharp, quick, level-headed and with a sensible outlook on the world that was neither too jaded nor to soft in any true sense. She had the makings of a genuine leader and yet more so he so found he....trusted the woman. Frost near notoriously fickle with that very trait in every sense of the word. Trust, after all, was decidedly difficult to earn from the stallions while remaining distinctly easy to break as had been the case with his last Beta. Malia had been a more careful, considered choice. Frost holding no small degree of faith in the woman. Though time itself would tell whether or not that faith had been misplaced. Malia's insistence that beer would likely make her vomit coaxing that soft snort from within Frost himself, amusement tugging at his features as his head simply shook.

"You can drink whatever you desire, there is more than one type of beer in the word though. You should try a few others. You might find one you like though I'm not partial to it myself either to be honest."

Frost reached easily into that drawer of his desk then to pull out that black bottle. The skull and crossbones motif, near legendary in his own country, so giving away the true potency of that very liquor. One that had been illegal in this country for years after rather an unfortunate number of....deaths had so become attributed to it. Fools, for the most part, trying to drink more of that drink then they could handle or had become accustomed too. That alcohol a truly acquired taste and yet one he had long since become used to. One he was hardly willing to allow Malia to have more then a taste of in turn. Yet, surely tonight's celebration called for at least a little something...daring, did it not? Malia's query on poison as she eyed that bottle near hesitantly prompting another chuckle from the stallion.

"Poison, no. Mildly inebriate, perhaps. How well do you normally hold your alcohol? That is, how many does it normally take before you find the drink having an effect? One shot of this is worth.....a lot more than most. I think we'd better stick to just one."

How much Malia had ever had to drink before he hardly knew. The woman evidently not totally inexperienced when it came to alcohol and yet whether or not she had ever found herself tipped over that limit remained to be seen. Frost seeing little need to push Malia entirely too far. In the very least, they were contained to the safety of the house and yet he would rather not have to clean up after his new Beta come the morning should she find that drink overwhelming in any sense. His very mention of shots, however, seemed to prompt that baffled look to the woman's features. Malia so associating that very term with a gun. Surprise finding Frost's own features then. Had she truly never had a shot? At least, in terms of a drink? Hmm. Perhaps Henry had never taken her to a bar, or at least, not afforded her a taste of anything more exploratory then those beers and more standard drinks. Frost easily moved to place those very shot glasses upon the table then, his head nodding to them as he began to pour. Those cool, smooth words parting his lips then in that simple explanation. The stallion so often displaying a patience for his pack alone he often lacked with others.

"Shot normally does mean from a gun, but it can also mean a 'shot' of alcohol. It means a small amount, about a mouthful, these are 'shot' glasses. They only hold just a small amount. It's usually for strong drinks. Here."

That drink was pushed smoothly towards her then, Frost offering that tale of the meat that drink was normally consumed with. The war horse himself willing to forgo that full tradition as he reached for that shot glass then and Malia nodded her own readiness.

"I will count to three and say go, then we drink, the idea is to swallow it all at once. You understand? One, two, three- go."

That lethally potent drink was easily swept up and downed in a single motion. That cold, sharp taste was a veritable burn agianst his throat and yet- Frost had been near raised upon that drink. Its strength easily felt and yet perhaps less inclined to effect him with that same suddenness as Malia. The after taste decidedly pleasant.

"What did you think? This drink is the most popular in my country. Most beings find it...difficult to handle."

One eye arched ever so slightly, that amusement clear upon his features as he continued to eye her. Frost wholly curious as to just how she might take that drink and whether or not she was determined to pretend it hardly affected her so much as it did. How very amusing this night might prove to be.

"You are officially my Beta now- provided you can keep that down of course."

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