[ Hunk knows when he's in a situation he can't get out of, and golly was this one. He takes the jug, winces a bit as he tilts it towards his mouth... pauses with visible discomfort, and finally takes a sip while noticeably holding his breath, his face freezing with tension. He's used cooking wines before, he can handle straight liquor!

So it goes down well enough. The look on his face, however? ]

Eugh, I'm... not used to that taste. [ He sighs, loud and forcefully, as if to get rid of the aftertaste, the smell. ] I mean, it's not bad, I've definitely tasted a lot worse! [ The Arusian nunville comes to mind, especially when Keith spat it into his face. Ick. ]

But- [ He let out a small burp, at the same time trying not to shrink into too embarrassed a posture. ] -sorry, but it's definitely an acquired taste.