AlcheME! - SATURDAY NOON PST

[idolpro]

[ The bar is unit-colored with light unit paraphernalia, although it's all just for show. Fortunately, comfort isn't part of the unit aesthetic this time—all seats are cushioned, whether the booth seats or the bar stools, comfy and lush. Idols can sit anywhere they like, it seems.

There's alcohol available, but everything else is locked behind the wall-cabinet. . . the recipe book is also available to peruse at one's leisure.

Ah—the door opens, and a fuzzy sort of shade steps in. It looks like idols will be serving the Damned, today. . . ? ]

RECIPE BOOK

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[morelikefakespeareamirite]

[Pours Lark a drink]

[inspiteful]

[ After a pause, takes a sip.

Still makes a face because it's still alcohol. ]

[morelikefakespeareamirite]

[What is a drinking age when one is from Fairy Britain]

[inspiteful]

[ Don't look at Lark, drinking age is kind of a nebulous idea in Creation too. ]

Still tastes nasty.

[morelikefakespeareamirite]

Did I say something?

[inspiteful]

Nah, I was just saying.

[morelikefakespeareamirite]

Cheers to our inevitable win and our dearly departed P then!

[inspiteful]

Cheers...

Are you gonna get drunk, Blue Eyes?

[morelikefakespeareamirite]

Probably!

[inspiteful]

Noted, then...