For all that's true, for all you do

[shuttermouse]

[ A note goes up on the fridge shortly after Chie signs the chicken petition on Monday: ]



[ Come 6 pm, she has prepared some coffee and tea so people can have something to drink while watching the shenanigans that will happen, as well as hot sauce as penalty for refusing a dare. So come here and have fun, y'all. ]

Comments

[oftheland]

...

Huh. Well, it sounds like there's alcohol in it. Maybe I should give it a go, just for kicks?

[forcegalactic]

Y-you take it, then. [He holds out the bottle in Giovanni's face.] Imma...........Imma go clean.

[With one hand on the table, he pushes himself out of the chair and stands there.

And stands.

...What was he doing again?]

[oftheland]

...

[he takes the Definitely Not Booze.]

...erm... Mordecai, you really ought to sit down. This is seeming a little suspicious here.

[forcegalactic]

No, no, hand it back! [He makes a weak attempt to grab it from Giovanni.] By...by the power of the Barkeeper's Union, I have all the rights to handle aaall the alcohol in this place.

Gimme that.

[oftheland]

...Didn't you say it wasn't alcohol, though? I don't think any of your union rights apply here if that's the case.

[forcegalactic]

[Oh.

Oh, that makes lot of sense. Mordecai sits down.]

But...taste it! Don't it feel like drinkin' the real thing even if it doesn't taste like it?

[oftheland]

...well, should I pour myself a glass, then, or should I leave that to you? This is an interesting legal gray area, you know.

[forcegalactic]

...... [...Right, he's The Barkeep, he should be the one pouring it. He makes a grab for one of the shot glasses and slides it in front of him.]

Here, gimme that. Let the professional pour it.

[oftheland]

All right, then. Here you go.

[He hands the bottle back over, looking a bit amused.]

[forcegalactic]

[He's been pouring rounds for decades, he can do this drunk! Without spilling a drop, Mordecai fills one of the glasses with the not-sake-but-actually-sake.]

One round, comin' right up!

[The lichen flowers decorating the inside of the glass should still emit a soft, sweet flavor that complements the liquid.]

[oftheland]

[...right, then, he'll down it, because that's what you do with shots]

...

You're right, that is strange. It's got a kick to it, but there's nothing in the flavor that would suggest that.

[forcegalactic]

I know, right?! [Said louder than it should be.]

How can I get drunk off that? It don't make any sense!

[oftheland]

Well, they could've covered the taste of the alcohol with something else very well, although you usually can still taste it in most mixed drinks.

That's... really bizarre. Can I have another one? I need to see what it's doing here.

[forcegalactic]

Sure, sure. Of course. Let me give it to you.

....

[Right, the glass. He pours him another.]

[oftheland]

[Right... and he'll take this one a little slower than a shot, kind of swishing it around...]

...no, I really can't taste any alcohol whatsoever. That's... really, I have to wonder how they did it.

[forcegalactic]

[Mordecai looks like he's about to reply, but instead he opts to rest his head on his folded arms.]

[oftheland]

...

Well, you know, it might make some really nice cocktails? There are some flavors that alcohol just kind of clashes with, so this opens a new set of possibilities.

[forcegalactic]

[...Mordecai doesn't react for a whole minute.]

Sounds like a good plan! We shooould try it out sometime!

[His voice is muffled, as he is talking into his arm.]

[oftheland]

...Yes. Some... other day, though.

[...BECAUSE NOW ISN'T LOOKING TOO GOOD.]