Sour
"Ugh!" Juice spits his drink. It tastes like biting into a lemon rind. Wurst Case Scenario had a few...issues running smoothly. Things were complicated by the fact that the guy they'd hired to run the stand didn't speak much English.
"EIN DRINK," Juice said loudly and carefully, as if that would help Anton understand him. "IS SOUR, KRAUT."
"Nein," Anton said, shaking his head. "Das Getränk wird Limonade."
"SOUR." Juice repeated, making a pucker face.
"Sauer? Bitter, ja?" Anton handed over something that would help. The tin of sugar.
"Dude... this is what we get for not using mix."
"EIN DRINK," Juice said loudly and carefully, as if that would help Anton understand him. "IS SOUR, KRAUT."
"Nein," Anton said, shaking his head. "Das Getränk wird Limonade."
"SOUR." Juice repeated, making a pucker face.
"Sauer? Bitter, ja?" Anton handed over something that would help. The tin of sugar.
"Dude... this is what we get for not using mix."