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</div>Red bounced one of the bottles off her elbow, caught the other two and set them on the counter, while keeping the third spinning in defiance of gravity (artificial or otherwise) with rapid flicks of her tail. She caught that bottle too and set it down. "One Vapour Highrise comin' right in th' direction of the cute glowin' gal." She announced. The bar's database had already displayed the required ingredients for the drink, but she didn't need them for this one.<br/><br/>A hi-ball glass soon filled with two different liquids, one a bright blue floating on the other which was a pale yellow. She squeezed in the juice of a mun fruit, careful not to get any on her fur because the sticky purple juice was a devil to get out. The stuff fizzed down through the blue Curaçao, in a chemical reaction that Red didn't really want to know about. The juice hit the top of the heavier Crom-Hapka and stopped, forming a thin purple layer between the yellow and blue.<br/><br/>But already the weird reaction between one of Earth's stranger liqueurs and the fruit from a world hundreds of light years away was having the usual effect. The vapours produced as the juice sank through the spicy blue liqueur rose to the top, wafting off with the fragrance of orange peel, cinnamon and allspice, but where the curaçao now touched the fruit juice it fizzed and frothed and lifted the blue liquid up on a strange pink-ish vapour, that failed to escape through the Earth-born drink.<br/><br/>A cherry floating on the top and a slice of orange impaled on the rim of the glass completed the drink. Red added a straw, then dipped the base of the glass in a dish of vegetable oil she kept under the counter and slid the drink expertly along the bar to stop in front of Saersha.