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

[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.]