[i]The drink hit like a freight train, the taste extraordinarily rich and flavourful, spicy just as the name suggested. It tasted amazing, but the alcohol in it.. gods was it strong, burning pleasantly on the way down Victoria's throat. Helena just watched with an amused expression.[/i] "How old're ya, really?" [i]The tone in her voice practically screamed that she wasn't taking some vague shit for an answer, even as she grabbed the fake passport and stuffed it into one of her pockets. Still, she spoke quietly enough for the bartender not to hear.[/i]