Armed with bourbons and scotches and rums

[onlydisappear]

[Matt's sitting behind the bar, cigarette in one hand, thumbing with the other through a tattered and rather syrupy copy of the Mr. Boston's Bar Guide, which appears to be in the process of turning into something else, if the digressions about the history of ageing barrels as they relate to pirates, and do-it-yourself instructions for a greenhouse made of wine bottles, are any indication. If tapes left in a car for more than two weeks morph into Queen's greatest hits, Matt thinks (and he fervently believes they do), what do books left unattended in a crazy mansion turn into?

He peels the next two pages apart and discovers a recipe for a drink called Fat-Bottom Girl, and snorts.]

Oh, now you're just messin' with me.

[ooc: Yep, Blanky's playing bartender. Just a post for mingling with no weird effects. XD]