Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150408000748/@comment-26130256-20150408133641

North fought off the urge to jump at least two meters in the air. Having heard rumors about how Vermont handled troublemakers "with extreme prejudice," he chose to slowly reach for the blue-green bottle, setting it down on a nearby table as if it were explosive now. Having done that, he mumbled some kind of farewell to Copperfield and left into the night. Copper chuckled.

"Of course we understand, friend.  Though to be honest, anyone trying to steal from an individual as perceptive and dangerous as yourself has quite simply taken leave of their senses."

As the corpulent conjurer prattled on, Azulius walked over to the door to retrieve the bottle. As he returned,  he gave the label a thorough examination.

DREAD PIRATE (tm) ABINSTHE

"Because really, you're in no position to be choosy."

Checking the other side, there was more cause for speculation.

DREAD PIRATE (tm) ABINSTHE is made in a place you've probably heard of, by people you probably don't know, using methods you'd rather not learn about.

"An experience you won't soon forget" -- Vert Delacroix, Fine Liquors Monthly

"A fine, blue-green sort of flavour" -- Robin Breckinridge, Food Critic

''"Dear God, what did I just drink?" -- A Random Passerby''

Azzie gingerly handed the bottle back to Vermont, making a mental note of the maker and vintage. Trigo would probably appreciate the stuff better than he anyways.