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[ttlynotawizard]

I apologize for not being talkative lately. I've been doing a lot of reading, a lot of drink experimenting

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[lastofvaldemar]

[Snrk] You object to my drink-ordering practices?

[He's on his way, all the same]

[ttlynotawizard]

Well, for you I'll make an exception.

[lastofvaldemar]

Favoritism? How magnanimous of you.

[Elevator, doo-n-doo...fuck, Vanyel wobbles as it starts it's way down. He hates this thing.]

[ttlynotawizard]

Hey, I'm not getting paid, I can play favorites all I want.

[When Vanyel exits the elevator, Remy's standing there. He wraps his arms around Vanyel in a tight embrace and lifts him slightly off the ground as he kisses him.]

[pimp_hat]

[You have his complete attention.]

Just how near be dis futcha?

[ttlynotawizard]

This weekend perhaps?

[pimp_hat]

Den joo can expect me dere bright and early.

[ttlynotawizard]

I expect nothing less from you, honestly.

[standardpackage]

[Pshh. How can a person not know what alcohol to order?]

I'd expect my bartender ta' be able ta' suggest a favorite if I couldn't decide what ta' get.

But that sounds good. Been dyin' for a night at the bar.

[ttlynotawizard]

If you can tell me what kind of things you like, then we have no problem at all. I'm talking about the oh so many people who haven't a damn clue.

[standardpackage]

I like alcohol, but not those little green things with red in 'em.

[ttlynotawizard]

Olives? I'll be sure to leave those out then. And don't order dirty martinis. They use the juice from those things.

[shipshapeshipco]

To arms, Remy! You've started yourself a fine crusade this day. Any gentleman worth his sugars must know how to quench himself. I, as a humble yet applicable example, know my high-balls from my right-hooks. Have you the neccesaries to make a proper Wampanoag Whistle-Wettener?

[ttlynotawizard]

I'm sure I do but...I can't seem to find that name in my book. How do you make it?

[shipshapeshipco]

It is somewhat similar to a Crankleshaw Caterwaul, but with sours rather than bitters. Also, it's served in a goblet, whereas the Crankleshaw is traditionally served in a bag of the leathered skin of your defeated tribal enemies. Haha, but you were quite aware of that bit, my good tender!

[ttlynotawizard]

Of course. I'll do my best to recreate it.

[ixgideonxi]

Not my fault I can't keep pace with my guitarist.

[He's talking about the drinking, of course.]

[ttlynotawizard]

We'll work on that. Practice makes perfect, you know.

[ixgideonxi]

... I'd rather not.

[He doesn't like hangovers, Remy!]

[ttlynotawizard]

Oh come on now. Don't make me use Kate to convince you.