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[thiefprinceremy]

Some time during the afternoon, two completely different people, upon noticing that the bar had been unmanned for quite some time, came to the exact same conclusion and had the exact same solution

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[gorgonfondness]

Mia was thinking.

And thinking and thinking and thinking.

And all of that thinking made her realize that she wouldn't mind a drink right about now.

So there's a still glum but not as glum as before Guildmaster approaching the bar.

"Any drink on fire?" she reads.

The fact that there's a little bit of amusement in her voice, even if it's only a tiny trace, is a good sign.

"What do you recommend?"

[thiefprinceremy]

That was, surprisingly, not a question Remy had been expecting, and as such he asked: "Well, d'you prefer somethin' sweet or somethin' spicy?"

[gorgonfondness]

"Something sweet."

A soft sigh, one that might be hard to catch.

"Have anything to serve as a nepenthe?"

Teacher + depressing mood + poetry books = expanded vocabulary.

[thiefprinceremy]

Surprisingly enough, that was one of the few vocabulary words that Remy actually knew.

He smiled, "T'ink I've got just t'thing." It was only a moment's work to mix and torch the shot, letting it burn for a moment before blowing it out and setting it in front of her, "Flamin' Confed'rate."

[dingdongdoodily]

There's a redhead.
Smirking and altogether smug.
"Hey, sparky. Gimme yer fave." Of course, this was directed to his favorite Cajun.

[thiefprinceremy]

Remy was made of smug just at the moment, mixing quickly and thunking a shot down in front of the other man.

Smug smug smuggety smug.

Pickles? Yeah, he probably knew exactly what it was

[dingdongdoodily]

After tasting the shot (approximately two seconds after it was downed), he laughed.
"Fuck you, Remy."

:D

[thiefprinceremy]

He very nearly chortled at that response, shaking his head and pouring Pickles something more substantial, "Y'should know bettern' to say things like t'at mon ami."

[reinedebayou]

"Can y' light tea on fire?"

This is a serious question.

[thiefprinceremy]

Remy, now with a flower made of fire tucked behind one ear, smiled, "Jus' depends on how much bourbon y'put in it I s'pose."

Of course, she'd actually have to ask for him to test this theory.

[reinedebayou]

"Tea and bourbon also doesn't have a name." Belle noted. "Free drink!"

[thiefprinceremy]

He laughed, not about to argue with that logic, getting tea from bar and adding just enough bourbon to flare impressively, "There y'are. And since y'invented it y'get to name it, s'how these things work, non?"