Drinks and Drinking

You take a refreshing swig, a drink well earned. Something's not right - the taste? Smell? You look in your vessel, and see…

D10	What do you see?
1	A pair of long, thin, white worms. They writhe in your drink, and - damn does your throat itch - you can see tiny teeth at either end of the things.
2	The surface of your drink is acting like a perfect mirror, until you start to speak. The reflection just watches.
3	Dozens of tiny white spheres. The word ‘egg’ occurs to you. Breathing is becoming difficult.
4	Something like a weasel in lurid colours leaps out of your vessel and quickly flees the scene. You feel your pulse quicken significantly.
5	A twig of some unknown herb of tree sits at the bottom of the drink. You’ve never seen the like before. You’re sweating.
6	A small, unstopped glass vial rests at the bottom. Some oily liquid is seeping out the neck. You feel that the floor would be a great place to rest.
7	Your drink is frozen solid, but it is not cold. There is not a drop of moisture in your vessel. You feel warm.
8	Your drink is black as ink, and you feel the residue of it all over your lips, tongue, teeth, mouth, throat, stomach. It stings.
9	A fresh razor-blade is suspended in your drink. A droplet of blood is diffusing in your drink. Your tongue is bleeding.
0	The drink smells of rot – no, worse than rot. A thousand years of renewed decay bottled and distilled and infused and enchanted and cursed and hexed and spoiled and sullied. You feel the bile rising faster than is (demi)humanely possible.