The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind
More people come to join them, the bar beginning to fill up. There are her favorite people, of course, and then everyone else. Kiada arrives with a smile, particularly directed at Chuy. Weaver doesn’t quite know what’s happening there, but she watches them for a moment with interest, until Korbin comes to slide behind the bar with her. She catches his wink, understanding the meaning. She nods back slightly, a sly smile on her face. Well, this should be fun. Weaver pulls out a copy of the menu they had been working on, pointing at The Gutpunch and then at the shot glasses that were out. Clear enough. Let’s get the party started.
Before she can get to making the drinks, Loren arrives, leaning on the bar in front of her. She grins, pushing herself up slightly so she can lean across the bar and kiss his cheek, before dropping back to her feet. ”You provide the games, I provide the booze. And you aren’t even drinking yet. What’ll it be?” After her plan, of course, but she’d get them all something other than a drink called The Gutpunch. Noah comes in as well, and she gives him a smile as he asks for her best. ”I got you covered, don’t worry.”
She turns to help Korbin with the shots, pouring enough of the ridiculous concoction of booze for all of them. Rum, vodka, tequila, gin, some lime and sugar. It is exactly what the name suggests. ”I do not see nearly enough drinking, or games. So let’s fix at least one of them,” she says loudly enough to be heard, beginning to distribute the shots to everyone gathered. She takes one for herself, and makes sure Korbin has one as well, lifting the shot up. ”To getting really drunk,” she says with a wicked grin, before downing the shot. She slams the little glass back down on the bar. ”Now someone pick a game.”
With that, she sets to work with Korbin, pouring drinks. Whiskey neat for Noah. A chocolate peppermint martini for Kiada (she doesn’t need to ask, Weaver just makes it). Whatever Loren and Chuy request.
Before she can get to making the drinks, Loren arrives, leaning on the bar in front of her. She grins, pushing herself up slightly so she can lean across the bar and kiss his cheek, before dropping back to her feet. ”You provide the games, I provide the booze. And you aren’t even drinking yet. What’ll it be?” After her plan, of course, but she’d get them all something other than a drink called The Gutpunch. Noah comes in as well, and she gives him a smile as he asks for her best. ”I got you covered, don’t worry.”
She turns to help Korbin with the shots, pouring enough of the ridiculous concoction of booze for all of them. Rum, vodka, tequila, gin, some lime and sugar. It is exactly what the name suggests. ”I do not see nearly enough drinking, or games. So let’s fix at least one of them,” she says loudly enough to be heard, beginning to distribute the shots to everyone gathered. She takes one for herself, and makes sure Korbin has one as well, lifting the shot up. ”To getting really drunk,” she says with a wicked grin, before downing the shot. She slams the little glass back down on the bar. ”Now someone pick a game.”
With that, she sets to work with Korbin, pouring drinks. Whiskey neat for Noah. A chocolate peppermint martini for Kiada (she doesn’t need to ask, Weaver just makes it). Whatever Loren and Chuy request.
Weaver
