The Language of Hate

How about some tea?

We gravitate to a table filled with drinks, from sodas to beer, to tea. Gravity practically pulled you over to the tea pots.
I grabbed a water and we talked. You nervously kept picking up the tea pots and placing them back it wasn't until your cup filled over we realized you'd made a concoction of all the teas there.

You looked around worriedly and sighed and I felt it reverberate through me. So I grabbed your cup and took a sip. I hated it. One grimace and a swallow later. I smiled at you as you started to quickly explain you'd drink and you didn't know what you where thinking and didn't want to waste it. I raised your cup to my lips once again.

"Really it's okay. You should think about mixing drinks for a living."

You practically beamed. Bottoms up I suppose. I hate that I lied, but I think you knew it was a lie. What a terrible drink.
Please don't ever mix drinks without a proper recipe and practice.