we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"A cocktail competition?" Ronin arches an eyebrow at that, though he's already rising to his feet as Kai goes about cleaning up after lunch. "Alright, I can get behind that." The Knight has never been a bartender and he's not much of a drinker of cocktails either, but he's frequented enough bars that he hopes he might be able to do something decent with a classic.
Heading to the outside bar, he adds pineapple juice, orange juice, both coconut and spiced rum and some grenadine syrup to a cocktail shaker full of ice. Shaking it up a storm, he then strains it into a glass (also filled with ice) and garnishes it with a slice of lime and a maraschino cherry. "Alright, see how this tastes," he calls as he returns inside, his boozy and fruity mai tai balanced on a tray to present to the others.
Ronin makes a drink!
Heading to the outside bar, he adds pineapple juice, orange juice, both coconut and spiced rum and some grenadine syrup to a cocktail shaker full of ice. Shaking it up a storm, he then strains it into a glass (also filled with ice) and garnishes it with a slice of lime and a maraschino cherry. "Alright, see how this tastes," he calls as he returns inside, his boozy and fruity mai tai balanced on a tray to present to the others.
Ronin makes a drink!
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
