09-20-2020, 03:21 PM
DEALER ❝ MIKEY ❞ THE TYPHOON
Honestly, Michael wasn't sure that he had ever properly met Rosemary, despite the relations to each other that they both had. He figured that sharing a drink with her was as good a way as any to get to know her, even if she did have some odd restrictions on what she could actually drink. It seemed as though she basically operated on a gluten-free diet, at least if he was remembering correctly what that term meant. Chuckling a little, the dealer nodded before speaking, "I think I've got something that you can have... just fruity enough, with none of what you mentioned." He moved behind his makeshift little bar, grabbed some lime, mint, and some rum. The process was a but complicated, involving pressing the lime and mint against the side of the glass before he mixed the rum and club soda together. Eventually he pushed the glass forward, saying with a pleased hum, "Here you go. A gluten-free mojito. Slightly fruity, with lime and mint to balance each other out, along with none of that other stuff." Michael actually prided himself on his ability to pick drinks for others, as sad as that was.
When Aphra approached, Michael initially considered telling her to fuck right off, but that instinct was overcome by his even larger desire to show off. Maybe if Aphra got a good drink in her, she'd stop being such a bitch. He doubted it, but wishful thinking was there, at least. With his short tail twitching behind him, the dealer muttered, "I think I've got something for you too, Aphra. And it's not poison. Not unless you drink too many at once, I suppose." Cinnamon was an interesting flavor for drinks, but he supposed he could see the appeal of it. Grabbing the fireball and hard cider that he had snatched from the tavern, Michael carefully mixed both together, popping a cinnamon stick in it just for a little bit of kick. Pushing the drink forward just as he had done with Rosemary, he spoke with a hum, "Foolproof Fall cocktail. Equal parts fireball and hard cider. Should taste pretty good, and like cinnamon." Hopefully she would like it, since drinking would get her to keep her mouth shut for a while.
When Aphra approached, Michael initially considered telling her to fuck right off, but that instinct was overcome by his even larger desire to show off. Maybe if Aphra got a good drink in her, she'd stop being such a bitch. He doubted it, but wishful thinking was there, at least. With his short tail twitching behind him, the dealer muttered, "I think I've got something for you too, Aphra. And it's not poison. Not unless you drink too many at once, I suppose." Cinnamon was an interesting flavor for drinks, but he supposed he could see the appeal of it. Grabbing the fireball and hard cider that he had snatched from the tavern, Michael carefully mixed both together, popping a cinnamon stick in it just for a little bit of kick. Pushing the drink forward just as he had done with Rosemary, he spoke with a hum, "Foolproof Fall cocktail. Equal parts fireball and hard cider. Should taste pretty good, and like cinnamon." Hopefully she would like it, since drinking would get her to keep her mouth shut for a while.
AND ALL THIS TIME I HAVE BEEN LYING
OH, LYING IN SECRET TO MYSELF
OH, LYING IN SECRET TO MYSELF
— Reggan
— Reggan