Calm Down Cocktails | Pomegranate Juice

The light red coloration of the drink swirled around the glass, Stellamaris moving his wrist in a way to make the pieces of ice dance around the liquid. It was almost like he was considering the drink as it swirled around, despite the fact that he would drink it no matter what sort of movement the ice made. Was that a bit irresponsible of him? Maybe, depending on who you asked, but there was something about the cooled pomegranate juice that made him forget any possible dangers that could arise. 

He swirled the liquid around one more time before bringing the glass to his lips. One of the small details about the drink that he appreciated was the little pomegranate seeds floating around with the ice. He had seen others do something similar with strawberry lemonade. Stellamaris didn't care much for strawberry seeds, too small for him to be comfortable drinking around. He could end up swallowing at least a few seeds without meaning to, unlike pomegranate seeds. As he took a sip, he felt one of the pomegranate seeds fall into his mouth.

He pulled the glass away and focused on the seed in his mouth, draining the flavor from it before spitting it to the side, knowing that it'd land in the sand somewhere. The cool drink mixed with the sensation of draining the seed of any flavor was a nice mixture for Stellamaris. If someone dared to walk up to him and ask him to pick up the seeds that he spat out, he'd most likely just spit a seed at them too. It was a fitting punishment for interrupting the equos' pomegranate juice time. 

One could bother him, assume that he was a father, look down on him- someone could even disrespect him should they so please. But if someone dared to interrupt him while he was relaxing with his favorite drink, Stellamaris wouldn't be quite so merciful.