The Young Cook is cryptic.

[createdsushi]

Well, I need a drink.

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[tuliped]

Life's not complete with at least one glass of Jack on the rocks per day, but maybe that's just the part of me destined to sit in AA in twenty years talking.

[pullstrings]

Darling, I don't think you need the twenty years.

[tuliped]

But the difference between 22 and 42 is that when I drink this much, it's praised as a social feat for the ages!

[createdsushi]

I like you, muffin. Havin' a little party tonight, you should come. And we both have that part. Only, mine'll be there in about two years.

[tuliped]

Really now? What sort of party? Should I be bringing something to sweeten the pot? My cabinet's a treasure trove of liquid delight, really. It's the veritable Liquor Mountain, minus all the leopluridons.

[createdsushi]

A Law and Order: SVU party, complete with wine, gin, and brownies. And any of your treasure will just make it all the better. Except, yeah, even if you had a leopluridon, I'd ask you to leave it behind. I know the way to candy mountain.

[tuliped]

Frangelico'd be hot shit with your brownies, I think. Nothing like hazelnuts to go with that chocolate. I'll bring some Grey Goose, too, if only because that bottle's attached to my fucking hip.

(Don't worry. Leopluridons at the door.)

[createdsushi]

Hot damn. I can't wait.

(Kind soul, you are.)

[Irma.]
Insert address here.]

Chelsea

[tuliped]

Alright! I'll be there within a half hour at the latest; I'm in the Village and fuck if the subway's a bitch sometimes and cab fare is the last thing I can even entertain thinking about.