Mira instantly shook her finger at that. "Well, hold on. You can't did it for being strong. I like it."<br/><br/>"No one needs a drink this strong, Mira." Joe said.<br/><br/>"Okay. Obviously you've never gotten off a boat from China. You need a drink like this after a trip like that." Mira argued.<br/><br/>Dean did some hand gestures and Lyle translated. "Dean thinks it might be good mixed with some fruit juice."<br/><br/>"Oh, come on. Not even. It would just make bitter juice!" Joe threw back. "Lyle?"<br/><br/>"I stopped being able to taste like to drinks ago." He shrugged and smiled. "I'll go mix something and see if Dean's right!" Lyle got up, taking the bottle with him and clumsily walked behind the bar. He was surprisingly still very skilled at mixing, but it was all almost muscle memory at this point. He came back with a tray of VERY strong redheaded sluts.