Prompt 19, Fruit juice (for context, see chapter 9)
The color always seemed lighter, more watery, uneven. The tiny bits of pulp floated, clinging to the sides of the glass in an inviting way. The intricate entwining of flavors, each so similar but different enough if taken alone, made every serving a new delight.
John drained the tumbler in one long continuous swallow. He closed his eyes while he emptied it, savoring each gulp, enjoying the drink's unique, heavy texture.
He sighed in satisfaction, holding out his glass. "More, please, Kyrano."
Scott shook his head. "I'll never understand why you drink so much orange juice when you get home."