[SEASONAL EVENT] Pumpkin Spiced Moonshine

Edy fuck you <3 The teenager smirked. "Well, let's hope that's where the similarities end. If I find out under all that white hair and fabric you're actually just some rotting apples, Imma light your ass on fire, no matter how this drink turns out." The skin between Edy's eyes and down the bridge of her nose crinkled as she shook her head. "That's still with a purpose though isn't it? Drunking just 'cause it's available sounds like a cure for boredom, and drinking when you're with a friend sounds like you're trying to get laid, or 'cause you want to spice things up, or 'cause you wanna relax." Her logic and elocution might have been clumsy, but Edy thought the argument might have been sound anyways. As he said died, Edy made fiery-explosive noises under her breath and mimed an exploding sphere for dramatic effect. "Entertainment? I dunno...Our other bartender can do backflips and bottle tricks and whatnot. What d'you have other than vegetable puns?" She wondered, genuinely curious what else the self proclaimed bard might have up his sleeve. Watching with an animated expression and the delight of a young child, Edy more or less held her breath as the concoction was assembled. As his finger disappeared into his mouth, Edy's own tongue snaked against her own lip unconsciously as her eyes grew wide with expectation. Mirroring his own expression, Edy cheered happily as she accepted the glass. Fire blazed from beneath, snaking its way up the sides and into the liquid. The whiskey which wasn't entirely mixed immediately blazed but burned down quickly. With a sharp grin, the teenager raised the glass to her lips and downed the entire mixture—all three or so ounces of it—in one go. After all the work they'd put into it she probably was meant to savor it (or pretend to). But Edy wasn't one for pretenses most of the time, and despite her lack of culinary etiquette, she grinned as the mixture burned its way into her belly.