>Chat a Little, Claim Your Free Drink

FERN:

"Joe," was it? How, um, how've you...been?


JOE:

THAT'S...AN ODD QUESTION. TO ASK SOMEONE YOU JUST MET. FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER.

BUT HEY. THANKS FOR ASKING. COULDN'T BE BETTER.

VOMIT AND DIE.


FLAIR:

You know she has to order first, Joe.

...I do apologize for our latest trainee, meat form. He may be a looker but there isn't all that much upstairs.


JOE:

COME ON, FLAIR, DON'T YOU EVER GET THE URGE TO JUST...NNNNNGGGGG...JUST....CUSTOMERS....I DON'T KNOW, JUST, JUST RRRRRIP 'EM IN HALF?!


FLAIR:

Well of course, but it's unfortunately proven...unprofitable. Work before fun, sugar


FERN:

Okay...should...should I maybe just come back la-


FLAIR:

Oh my, no! Not without that free drink we promised you last visit!


FERN:

Errr, okay...I...something's telling me I could use whatever "sleepy beverage" is?


FLAIR:

Certainly! Knocks you right out, guaranteed! Joe???


JOE:

COMING! RIGHT! UP! CHOKE TO DEATH FOREVER!!


"Joe" fidgets around behind the counter without breaking eye contact...or blinking...and almost instantly produces what you're told is a beverage.
ACQUIRED: "SLEEPY BEVERAGE?"

The cup overflows with a blue froth, thick enough to jiggle but never quite spill. It has a burning, piney stink and merely smelling it makes you tired. You stash it in your bag.


FERN:

Alright, so, thanks, I'll be seeing y-


FLAIR:

Now, wait a moment, we ARE running a special promotion you know.......Joe?


JOE:

SAY, THAT'S RIGHT!!! FOR A QUASISPIRAL ONLY, EVERY DRINK INCLUDES A COMPLEMENTARY SAMPLE OF OUR BRAND. NEW. HOUSE FLAVOR... MY VERY OWN SPECIALTY.


FLAIR:

It was his idea!


JOE:

IT WAS mmmMMMMmMMyYYyYYYYY IDeEeEEEeeAAaaAAAaa!






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