Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-26130256-20150604155107

(The precursor to the Crash Cart: BttF3 )

"Yes, but no," Azulius explained, struggling his way out of the carry and balancing himself against the bar. Fumbling with his wallet, he placed another bill on the bar and slid it towards the bartender. "The Crash Cart is an invention of man, to be used when one requires instant, albeit temporary, sobriety.  It gets the job done, but it is not a pleasant thing by any stretch.  Most bartenders these days have never heard of it, but lucky for us both, this guy is classically trained."

As Azzie explained, the bartender set to work, gathering bottles and jars and mixing them into a glass. Among the the ingredients Hitori identified were the juice green olives come packed it, a few drops of juice from an onion, lots of cayenne pepper, a few dashes of tabasco sauce, some dry mustard, and what looked like some habanero pepper seeds. Solemnly, he mixed it together with a knife, then placed it gingerly in his customer's hand. After a few seconds of gathering his willpower, Azulius drained it without blinking.

After a few seconds, he jumped a full two meters in the air, letting out a short cry of shock and pain that sounded like a mix of a "GAAAAACK!" with a "BLEHHHGH!", with a hint of a "NGAAAAAH!" thrown in. Shaking his head a little, Azzie came back down to Remnant, standing without a problem.

"Works like a dream," he smiled at Hitori, before grabbing his backpack and strolling towards the door. "And unless they changed it since I was here last, the sky will be a darkish blue at this time of night.  I don't have much time until this stuff wears out, so let's find your place sooner rather than later."