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*dives into a bottle of strong booze; molecule first*
I need to get drunk. Drunker.
DrunkEST.

Eh, considering I only go to a casino once in a blue moon or for a special occasion I'm okay. But seriously, I haven't played with a real Pachinko machine in almost thirty years. Oh to be exposed to the lights and sounds of my youth again.

*Goes off to the Pachinko machines giggling like a giddy little schoolgirl along the way*


(I seriously have played with a real live Pachinko machine when I was little. Don't know where my aunt and uncle got the thing but they had one or something quite close to it in their house)

*Over at the Pchinko machine*

Oh come on one ball at a time? I wanted Pachinko but I didn't want Seventies Pachinko. I was kind of wanting modern day Pachinko. Man this section leaves a lot to be desired. Stupid casino manager.

Eh, I'm just being very complainy right now. I heard rumors this place was retro but I didn't think they were true. Maybe I'll have better luck over at the bar. Maybe they'll have something that satisfies me. This little demon will not be soured by this place. No siree Edmund.

*Hugged* Uh, yeah...heh...*nervously scratches the back of her head while giving a nervous smile* it's a more recent thing. You know, mysterious wooden box with ornate carvings is delivered to the room you're renting containing a stone carving holding a red gem shaped like an egg. One minute you're a pixie trying to figure out just where this box with this carving inside it came from and the next thing you know you wake up completely changed having gone through the mind ******** of a lifetime. Oh the things that voice tried to get me to believe. But, I proved to have the stronger will and mental conditioning. Going through military training does that to a person.

*Looks around for a barkeep* There's never a barkeep around when you really want one.

No that's okay. I can manage. *Hops behind the bar*

I don't know if the barman would be able to make my weird concoction anyway. Don't think anyone's heard of a Monkey's Oyster Gland let alone knows how to make one.

*Throws together gin, orange juice, grenadine, and absinthe into an ice filed shaker and shakes it well. Then takes a raw egg and cracks it into a glass and tops it with worcestershire sauce, salt, pepper, and tobasco sauce. Pours the mixed drink (the Monkey Gland) over the Prairie Oyster with the strainer*

Weird I know but it's a personal creation. Or rather, some friends dared my traveling companion and I, when we were younger; stupider; and crazy enough to fool ourselves into actually getting married to keep him from having to go through an arranged marriage, to combine two of the weirdest sounding drinks in the world. The Monkey Gland is tasty on it's own and the Prairie Oyster is weird as it is but the two together is an experience all it's own.

*Throws together a second Monkey's Oyster Gland and slides it over to Penn*

Smell and taste are two different things. It may smell good but the first time you taste it the thing leaves you wondering why you drank the thing to begin with. It's no different than adding an egg white to a drink but it's the pepper, worcestershire sauce, and tobasco that really change the flavor of the drink.