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Caritas, Monday evening

A boring, boring Monday. Kenzi was experimenting with the drinks recipes to see if she could invent something new.

SPECIALS
Invent a new drink, get it free
Name an old drink, get it 1/2 price

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Seriously, does anyone karaoke on Monday nights?

Where Kenzi has jell-o, a small torch, and soooo much booze.

"Hey," James said after he was suddenly on a stool. "I've got a drink for you. Give me a pint glass and pour a tablespoon of everything you can into it. I wanna see what happens."

"Hunh. Okay, let's try that." Kenzi was willing to bet it would be undrinkable, but SCIENCE demanded that they try. "A little gin, a little vodka. A little rum, a little tequila. A little whiskey..." She paused to consider. "You want all the non-alcoholic stuff added too? Cause if yeah, we're gonna need a bigger glass."

"Eww, no, don't be crazy," James said while he visibly recoiled. "Okay, a half cup of orange juice. But that's it."

"Fair enough. Orange juice for the sugar buzz..." Hmm. Okay, kahlua, and the dark rum, and the triple sec, and-- "What the hell are you gonna name this monstrosity?" She garnished it with a little umbrella, sure that it was a ninja death umbrella waiting for James to die of alcohol poisoning.

"The Speed Demon," James said. "Gotta name it after myself."

"Ha! And okay, point. If you can actually stomach that, it's totally free." Kenzi grinned and crossed her arms. "How fast do you metabolize that stuff?"

"Hopefully fast enough," James said. "Sláinte."

He lifted the glass and started drinking.

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAH IT BURNS."

That only took like a second to get to that point. "I can see every bad decision I ever made, and they're all drinking that."

"Speed Demon, check!" Kenzi grinned as the zombies all flinched from James' yelling. "Want another one?"

"NEVER SERVE THAT TO ANYONE MY TEARS ARE LIKE FIRE," James continued to yell.

Laughing maniacally, Kenzi put that down in the 'win' and also 'poison bad guys' columns of the drinks sheet, and sweetly offered, "Chaser?"

"LEAST BURNY THING YOU HAVE, TWO OF THEM IN ONE GLASS," James ordered.

"Let's seeeee...." Milk? Yes. Tea? Do they have tea? Oh hey, they have some green tea. Honey, where did they get that? Well, it goes in nicely. Also, ice cubes, what the hell. "Bottoms up!"

James continued to be more entertaining than Monday night TV, that was for sure.

James chugged that down too. "OH GOD IT ACTUALLY TASTES WORSE. But hey at least it's not burning."

That also goes onto the list, labeled 'antidotes', or possibly 'emetics.' Kenzi's handwriting, shush.

"I really don't know how long that tea was back there," she said thoughtfully. Or the honey. Well, it hadn't crystallized, so. "Do you want something you actually wanna drink now?"

"I wanna die. I'm going home. But at least I don't have to pay for either of those drinks, so this is a win," James said as he struggled to get off the stool.

"Your definition of winning is not everyone's," Kenzi observed. With amusement. 'Cause now it looked like the bar stool was the one winning.

"The rest of those people are losers," James said. "Gottagogonnapuke." PEW!

He was gone.

7 Days until Adolescent Lycanthrope is back.

Zzzzz...

Taste of Fort Collins was fun. Now I want to start a microbrewery in Fandom.

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Caritas, Monday evening

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