Some alcoholic drinks had an acquired taste, while others went down easy. Some were considered "girly drinks", while others were tough, with a "no shame in chasing" rule in effect. Some were bottom of the barrel products, while others were top of the pyramid brands. There were plenty of good (or bad) choices to pick from, yet he always chose the same thing every time.
Reigen didn't drink often since he worked mostly all day until evening time, but he did indulge every once in awhile. He was incredibly lightweight, too, and he was well aware of it. How many times did he have to trip over his own two feet on his way home after just one lemon sour? Just one of those tiny drinks was enough to pull him completely overboard. He could nurse a hangover like nobody's business, though, so he had no room to complain. But no, he still chose not to drink if only because he had business to take care of first and foremost, as well as responsibilities that required attending.
So he was understandably nervous when Serizawa asked if he could give one a try.
"President Suzuki would let me have wine sometimes, but other than that, I've never really had a true, honest-to-goodness alcoholic drink," Serizawa spoke with a shy demeanor, like a child asking for an extra treat. Reigen, on the other hand, had no idea how to properly respond, and his eye twitched as he wracked his brain for an answer.
"You… can drop the whole 'honest-to-goodness' bit. And it's really not that impressive." He shifted slightly under the intense gaze from his employee. "It's just a drink with a little extra to it, y'know?"
"I really can't say that I do. But still, I want to drink one! You drink them occasionally, so they must be good, right?" The man was practically begging now. "Please! I really want to at least give it a try!"
That, right there, was the biggest issue at hand here for Reigen. Serizawa had a terrible habit of blindly following each and every word the "person in charge" said. And since Reigen's suggestions to him had all been very good, he was, more than ever, willing to follow in his footsteps no matter where he went. It was kinda flattering, actually.
...well, Reigen had wanted to get up early tomorrow, but sometimes things just don't work out according to plan.
"...Alright. But only one lemon sour each. I'm gonna need someone to help me get home, and it won't do to have two drunk men stumbling around in the streets."