Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150604211455

(Still laughing at that picture.)

''That's right, son. Know your place,'' Trigo thought, pouring himself a shot of Cojones from the flask.

"Next time you have a job in Vacuo, look me up," he smiled, giving the glass a deep sniff. "I'll show you the origin of the phrase 'to party like a Vacuan mobster'."

''Let's see here. Dust ale, and some kind of moonshine, but not one I've come across before. People Like Grapes, and... espresso? Points for creativity, I suppose.''  His analysis complete, Trigo threw back the shot, like he had done hundreds of times before. Coughing twice, his brain finally delivered the verdict:  Despite the laundry list of ingredients, Liquid Cojones was pretty well blended, and the unlikely flavors worked in perfect harmony. And it actually had a kick enough to make a hardened drinker like himself take notice. The Cardamom enforcer smiled again at Ingraham, but his smile this was time was as to an equal.

"Now that, my boy," he admitted, gratefully returning the flask, "is some damn good booze."

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"Let me guess, some of your employees?" Ochre asked, taking another sip of whiskey. "They seem like they have good hearts, even if they didn't recognize me."