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Incentive to the Pun-chline [S]
POSTED ON Apr 10, 2021 22:37:57 GMT
[attr="class","monkeybrain"] It's a beautiful day today. The sun is out. The sky is blue. Irvine's least favorite kind of weather. It doesn't deter the orange-haired goofball though, he rather likes the challenge. A rainy day is the most ideal for the greatest smiles and laughs around, but he'll cut his losses. Today was the day he would raid the bar and begin making drinks. With Bubbles around his neck mewing at her trainer, he made his way to the bar area, quickly looking over the shelves. Mischief took hold of his lips, as they curved upwards in a chaotic smile. Oh, he was going to have some fun today. All he needed to do was find someone stress, and make them a drink. Then, the fun would begin. If alcohol can damage short term memory, imagine the damage alcohol can do. Irvine preferred more tasteful drinks, utilizing a good bit of dexterity on the bar. With ice, white sugar, frozen strawberries, a lime, and some rum, he was ready to begin. Getting a blender out, he began chopping the strawberries up. Now, Irvine was terrible in the kitchen. But he was a decent, seven out of ten bartender, and his chops, while uneven and terribly made, still were good enough. Though they might make a certain Slateport bar give him the stink eye. You know. For something other than his jokes. Throwing those chopped strawberries in with the rum, and the sugar as well, he cut open the lime to squirt the juice into the blender, getting his concoction ready, and making sure a bit of the lime was left over. He began blending it all together, holding it down with a giddy grin. By the time it was done, he placed two glasses on the bar. Leaning back. "You know Bubbles... if we were half as good at cooking as we were at making drinks, we would be set for life." His eyes saw the finished product. Putting a straw in one, he began to make a slight sip. Huh. It was average. It wasn't even all that impressive. Sweet, sure. But better bars existed. Well, that didn't matter. The alcohol was the incentive. The jokes were the payoff. He waited patiently for his prey, Bubbles giving a mischievous grin next to him. The fatherly Irvine gave a wink and "Shhhh" to her, before waiting happily by the bar. [attr="class","wizzcred"]❤ wizz[newclass=".monkeybrain"]margin-top:25px; [/newclass] [newclass=".monkeybrain b"]font-weight:lighter;color:#00FFFF; [/newclass] [newclass=".monkeybrain i"]font-style:italic;color:#DC143C; [/newclass] [newclass=".wizzcred"]font: monospace; font-size: 10px; color:#7a7a7a;[/newclass] [newclass=".wizzcred a"]font: monospace; font-size: 10px; color:#7a7a7a;[/newclass]
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