A party-time necessity

Dec 31, 2008 20:46

Ford's standards were slipping. Before arriving on the island a party like this would have barely shown up on his radar. The interdimensional aspect was far too underplayed for one thing, and there were far too many clothes for another. But it was nice to see quality alcohol for once and Ford almost lost it from the get go before remembering to pace himself.

He started the evening with a gin and tonic, then a jynnan tonnyx, then gee-N'N-T'N-ix, jinond-o-nicks, and even a tzjin-anthony-ks after he had worked himself up to that level. But that was all leading up to the evening's main event.

The Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster.

Much as he had at last year's Mardi Gras party, Ford had set up shop and was happily, although carefully, preparing the drinks. However, unlike last year, he now had a written document on hand that freed him from any and all legal actions on the part of any drinkers who passed out, did something extremely stupid while drunk, or died. Or all three. It truly was a masterpiece of legal jargon and Ford was feeling very good about fucking that lawyer back on Sirtavic 7. And the one in Singapore come to think of it.

The Guide was next to him, chirping out the recipe in various languages.
"Take the juice from one bottle of that Ol' Janx Spirit.
Pour into it one measure of water from the seas of Santraginus V
Allow three cubes of Arcturan Mega-gin to melt into the mixture (it must be properly iced or the benzene is lost).
Allow four litres of Fallian marsh gas to bubble through it (in memory of all those happy Hikers who have died of pleasure in the Marshes of Fallia).
Over the back of a silver spoon float a measure of Qualactin Hypermint extract, redolent of all the heady odours of the dark Qualactin Zones.
Drop in the tooth of an Algolian Suntiger. Watch it dissolve, spreading the fires of the Algolian suns deep into the heart of the drink.
Sprinkle Zamphour.
Add an olive.
Drink...but very carefully."

It was all just advertising really. Being the cousin of the drink's original creator meant that he had already mastered the technique of making it from memory years ago.

[OOC: Come one, come all! Come and have your brains smashed out by a lemon wrapped brick.]

ford prefect, julian bell, delirium, jim stark, alex drake

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