"If we don't have it yet, we can get it for you in a bit. We do have some blood wine, but the weirdest thing I'd have to say is the unnamed bottle of stuff in the last section of the wine cellar. It's drinkable, and won't make you sick, but it's definitely not any kind of liquor I'm familiar with."
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'In which case, I'll try it. Never hurts to try something new I suppose. Unless the something new is a new method of torture, in which case, it hurts somebody very much!'
"Yeah, that's why I don't like it. Poor things, whoever is the one getting tortured. Give me just a second." Misty disappears beneath the counter again, and a minute later emerges with an unlabeled wine bottle filled with dark green stuff. The glass is cloudy, so it's hard to see what's inside it. She grabs a chalice and pours some of the liquid into it. It's shimmery, swirling, and forest green, like liquid velvet. It smells sweet.
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"Glad you do. I'm also glad you still seem to be standing right. I was worried it would have some interesting side effects, it came with the storage containers I found it in." Misty frowns, holding the bottle in her hands and taking a look at it.
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"I didn't think it was poison; if I did, I wouldn't be serving it to you!" Misty looks horrified. "Oh, that's terrible! Death is terrible for business." She shakes her head. "No idea. I was going to try it, but I never got around to it. It does have a bit of alcohol in it, I know that."
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A large, three-headed fiend, soaked and splattered with mud and gore walks in, wiping off his feet at the door. Two out of three heads are constantly snacking, while the middle seems to be the representative. He wears a butcher's apron with a variety of oversized knives (about normal-sized for the fiend) hanging from it. His middle head whistles a jaunty tune.
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"Hey, Cato. What can I get for ya?" Misty pops up from behind the counter.
'Blood wine, if you have any? What other drinks do you have? Anything a little weird? Distilled psychic energy?'
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"If we don't have it yet, we can get it for you in a bit. We do have some blood wine, but the weirdest thing I'd have to say is the unnamed bottle of stuff in the last section of the wine cellar. It's drinkable, and won't make you sick, but it's definitely not any kind of liquor I'm familiar with."
'Do you recommend this mysterious drink?'
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"I don't... not recommend it?"
'In which case, I'll try it. Never hurts to try something new I suppose. Unless the something new is a new method of torture, in which case, it hurts somebody very much!'
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"Yeah, that's why I don't like it. Poor things, whoever is the one getting tortured. Give me just a second." Misty disappears beneath the counter again, and a minute later emerges with an unlabeled wine bottle filled with dark green stuff. The glass is cloudy, so it's hard to see what's inside it. She grabs a chalice and pours some of the liquid into it. It's shimmery, swirling, and forest green, like liquid velvet. It smells sweet.
'Mmm, this does look interesting!' Cato takes a sip
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The liquor tastes even sweeter than it smells; like flower nectar and ichor. Roll a d4, please!
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As Cato sips at the drink, they feel the hairs on the back of their neck stand up. They feel electrified, almost. Supercharged. "How is it?"
'Very good. I like it!'
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"Glad you do. I'm also glad you still seem to be standing right. I was worried it would have some interesting side effects, it came with the storage containers I found it in." Misty frowns, holding the bottle in her hands and taking a look at it.
'You thought it was poison? Do you know what is in it?'
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"I didn't think it was poison; if I did, I wouldn't be serving it to you!" Misty looks horrified. "Oh, that's terrible! Death is terrible for business." She shakes her head. "No idea. I was going to try it, but I never got around to it. It does have a bit of alcohol in it, I know that."
'It is good. I recommend it. You could make a fortune selling it as a drink.'
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"You think? What would I call it, then? I'd have some, but I can't drink on the job."
'How about 'Mean Green Drunkenness Machine'?'
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"Mean Green Drunkenness Machine? Interesting... Rhyming is always fun. What does it taste like?"
A large, three-headed fiend, soaked and splattered with mud and gore walks in, wiping off his feet at the door. Two out of three heads are constantly snacking, while the middle seems to be the representative. He wears a butcher's apron with a variety of oversized knives (about normal-sized for the fiend) hanging from it. His middle head whistles a jaunty tune.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.