Weyr Life Drabbles: Prompt word #20: "Colourless"
As the colourless liquid trickled out into the waiting mug, an awed silence descended on the conspirators. This was it. The moment of truth. The last few illicit stills had all failed, producing nothing but a sweet syrupy waste... but this time, Gerribord had hit upon the bright idea of hiding it in a shadowed corner of the hatching grounds, where the warmth of the sands might actually get it fermenting.
Elebek can't actually remember how the quikal tasted, or, indeed, much more of that particular night. But judging by the hangover alone, it must have been damn good booze.
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