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			“ Have you by any chance heard of a drink called - SEX ON A BEACH - ? I have no idea what it consists of and I know It must sound primitive but I must confess the extent of my experience in mixed alcoholic beverages would be limited to Rum and Coke , or Gin and Juice. “.
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</blockquote><br/>Sig nodded to Wales as he requested the drink.<br/><br/><div style="margin-left: 20px">“It will be just one moment, I already have the cranberry juice out.” -<i> He smiled and came back to behind the counter where he shined at his work -</i>​</div><br/>The big man came down crouching and reaching for the fridge again. Bringing out one more orange, a cherry and more ice, went to the shelves, quickly grabbing a bottle of vodka and coming back to the sink. Sig was in a good mood, but he could feel for sure Wendigo, that was hunched over the counter, weren’t. You didn't need much experience as a bartender or with people to see the bounty hunter had a troubled mind, whatever the reason. So while Sig was washing the mixer from the previous drink, he decided to start some small conversation:<br/><br/><div style="margin-left: 20px">“So… <i>- His eyes focusing on Wendingo -  </i>I noticed you earlier out there, probably something to do with the aliens I tossed at the back alley. How long do you know Jade?” <i>- The bartender purposefully omitted the story she told him about Wendigo earlier. ‘<b>Always good to know both sides of the same story first’ </b>-</i>​</div><br/>He focused back at his craft, carefully drying the mixer. Rolling the orange in between his hand and the counter to soften it, peeling it with his bare hands and separating the seeds. Taking one wedge and eating it whole, it exploded fresh and citrusy in his mouth.<b>‘Perfect’</b>. The bartender tossed the rest of the pulp into the mixer and started mashing with a wooden masher. Sig smiled with the thought of how in some places, this, what he was doing was very close to “brewing a potion”, that meant in some place out there he would be considered an alchemist just like his wife.<br/><br/>Mentions:<a class="username" data-user-id="5865" data-username="@Josey wales" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5865/">@Josey wales</a>,<a class="username" data-user-id="5569" data-username="@Lying Heart" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5569/">@Lying Heart</a>