Cocktails with Clive -- "Super-Hero Sunrise"

'Is'un's a special one, cuz you don't mix it or anything. Each part stands on its own:
 
-In the middle is gonna be juice from a squeezed orange, a little bitter and citrusy--that shady dragonborn we had in custody escaped, thanks to some rat-faced guard named Corbin who fell asleep on the job. Feckin' amateur. Our fanged friend did, however, leave us behind a strange looking glass, can see things that aren't--or rather--are there.
 
-What really sinks to th' bottom, though, th' heavy stuff, is the grenadine syrup (I like Braubirn Deluxe), in this case th' fact that what we found in the library was a feckin' prophecy from some Dedrea asshole, some Sleeping and Forgotten Gods bullshit about TH' RETURN OF THE NASTY OLD BLIGHTERS WHO GOT CUT OFF FROM THIS WHOLE FECKIN' PLACE. Not! My! Paygrade!
 
-Ahh, shite... th' stuff that rises to the top, on the other hand, is that speech from Zadrick. Surprisingly profound; wasn't sure 'e had it in 'im. But 'e starts talking about the chance we got to do good and save the world and all that feckin' rubbish. And then there's Mercy, seems to be caught up in it 'erself... and I can't let these people go it alone, not now. Ahh, dammit. What's a dusty old god to a blighter who's survived a feckin' bomb plot and homegrown terrorists? Oh, but, uh, the ingredient--Hadrian Fires tequila. Real strong. Smacks you awake when you're about to nod off.
 
Serve on the rocks. Th' heavy stuff will sink t' th' bottom. Stir gently--you'll get this... really nice sunrise effect. Looks real pretty.
 
Ahhh... Garnish with an orange slice and a cherry.