[ He raises an eyebrow at her. ] A lifetime of exotic alcohols has built my tolerance up to superhuman heights. But don't worry-- the drink I ordered shouldn't be very strong.

[ Peter pays the bartender when he returns with two small tumblers of something fizzy, like a soda, and it's tinged blue, with a slice of something green as a garnish. ]

It's sweet, kinda like-- fruit punch. Granted, it's been a couple decades since I've had fruit punch, so maybe it's not what I remember.