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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 11:12 am
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2009 11:26 pm
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The feline bartender grins at Savvy from across the counter, his hands busy as he creates her special cocktail – not just any cocktail, but a C*cktail, what with an asterix and everything. "I'm delighted to be doing this for you, you know," he says, and Savvy wonders how his deft hands can measure and pour without his taking his eyes off her, "it's an absolute pleasure."
When she looks down, her cocktail is done. It is pristine and perfect.
As she reaches to admire it, he taps her fingers with a velveteen digit. "Finishing touches," he explains, and empties a solution from a small metal pellet into the drink. He slides a coaster under, and it is now truly complete.
Savvy decides it's best not to drink it, now that it's obviously spiked. (or does she? see next post o____o;; )
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2009 11:33 pm
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 12:26 am
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