"Here, drink this." He said, urging into Silco's hands a large cup full of what had to be one of the most vile, disgusting looking concoctions in Zaun-- which was impressive. A mixture of lumpy bile-green and brown with flecks of suspicious gray, it had the thickness of mud and if closely inspected, what looked to be fragments of raw minced meat, bone and feathers. He looked incredibly thrilled to offer this to him, eyes beaming at the gangster with hope and cheer. "My father used to have me imbibe this mixture when I was young so I would grow stronger."
He’d simply been standing over by the bar. Minding his business. Talking to the bartender, smoking a cigarette and having a whiskey. No meetings, no one bothering him, music he enjoyed more or less on the jukebox, and it was the winding down period at the Last Drop so it was nice. It was the way Silco liked it, and than right as he put his drink as well as his cigarette down suddenly Jhin was right there. Glancing to Jhin as suddenly a large cup that actually required both of Silco’s hands to hold at first before getting his grip on it properly was shoved at him the chem-baron blinked in mild surprise and confusion. “What? Drink?”
Looking down at the utterly vile looking drink Silco just stared at it for a moment. He had eaten, and drank some truly heinous things in the past. Food, and drink sometimes could be quite precarious in Zaun and no one lived there for long without figuring out some way to handle the situation. He knew for a fact he’d eaten rat in the past. He suspected there had been a couple of times human flesh had ended up in grilled roasted mixed meat, but he’d never asked. The water in Zaun could be finicky to say the least, and when people made soups or stews you could never be sure what was really in them. This concoction however was possibly the worst thing he had ever seen in his life.
The meat was raw? In Zaun that was almost guaranteed to end with you getting parasites, or sick. The idea of “drinking” feathers made him want to grimace, and the bone could have at least been ground up not to mention he had no desire at all to ask Jhin what animal the meat or bone came from in the first place. In the end Silco just very carefully handed it back to Jhin with a polite smile.
“Ah, thank you, I appreciate the gesture, but no. No thank you.” He wasn’t even about to say perhaps another time, or anything that might give Jhin the slightest reason to think he should try again with that particular… thing. “Is your father still alive?” By the void he hoped the mans father was dead. If he wasn’t Silco would actually consider visiting the man to kill him personally just for inventing what, the, fuck, ever, was in that cup.
