The Variant [Part One] [Wanda Maximoff [FF] | Elizabeth Olsen

Chapter 38

Vincent rubbed the runes on his wrists. After a year he finally agreed to have anti-intoxication runes tattooed on his skin. He never thought that he would have such. Terence (Thor's variant) had suggested that he has too since he's living in a reality where booze is the center of the economy even the corporate districts have numerous breweries and wineries as well. "Check this out! I have 15 lines of runes on both arms!" Bragged Terence, showcasing his burly arms covered in numerous inscriptions.

Thor's variant tapped Vincent's scrawny form, "Enjoy your brew!" He grunted as he returned to his seat with a loud, booming fart - not unusual for him.

Vincent returns to the menu written on the board. The choices are written in chalk exhibiting the breweries' offerings.

He's currently at the Alehouse Co. which was formerly the Abbey's bierhaus. Written in their history was how half of the Abbey's sorcerers rebelled to push the boundary of making craft beer.

They were successful at this feat, but then there was a little problem for someone like him who knew nothing about the diversity in such brews. Vincent grew up knowing only Bud, Miller, or Coors - they are mass-produced, watery, and plain bitter. He was hoping to find something he'll like but which one?

"Oh, man…" Vincent muttered. Furrowing his eyebrows: Red Rocket IPA. Sang Royal Sour Ale. Brown Snout Vanilla Brown Ale. The Dark Lord Imperial Stout. Utopia Barrel-Aged. And more!

"I'll get this one," Vincent said. The bartender pulls the bar tap, pouring beer into the glass. "Here you go, enjoy," Said the bartender. Vincent curiously examines the glass: interestingly the one he got smells pungent as if Willy Wonka's factory got caught on fire…

Vincent chokes at the beer and starts coughing as he puts the glass aside. "What on earth was that?" He exclaimed. His face crinkle in disgust.

"It's a gueuze. Not my type either," Said a female voice. Vincent blushed when he saw who it was. Behind the bar counter stood a familiar redhead unlike her usual ponytail at the cafe, she had her auburn hair curled. She's wearing a dark maroon leather suit with intricate markings. Her sleeveless attire bares her arms also riddled with runes through the time she has in Earth-222 (Scarlet Witch attire from Wandavision but without the wimple). The clothes made her look sexy but at the same time classy.

"Umm… Really?" Vincent stuttered as he fixed his glasses. Wanda smiled.

"Yes, really," Wanda said. She eyed his glass. "This one is not for you," She removed his poorly-chosen beer from the counter. "Won't I be charged for that?" Vincent asked.

"You do. Thankfully it's only 7 bucks. Beer is cheap here and besides- (Wanda puts out three tester glasses) - We made sure you get the one you'll like," Wanda replied. She pulls the tap that's labeled with Victory Prima Pils.

"Try it." Wanda encouraged him. The blonde man curiously took a sniff and then sipped it. The beer's flavor is clean and bright, there's a good level of crispiness with a very good structure making for an extremely refreshing drinking experience. "Hmm… Not bad." Vincent said.