eight drinks

[minigolfandsushi]

[video]

[Peter is barechested, with just a touch of makeup and the tightest leather pants he owns. He's also cleaned up, so you can tell he's dressed for the occasion.]

When life gives you lemons... grab the vodka.

Or better yet, come on down to the Master of Lemonade, where all the work's been done for you! Grab a glass, kick back, and relax.

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[candothat]

That is a terrible waste of vodka.

[He's going to come rescue any, if Peter hasn't used it all.]

[minigolfandsushi]

Oh fuck you. Vodka's flavorless piss that's only good for mixing with shit. I've fucking elevated the stuff.

[candothat]

No. Say that again and we may have an altercation.

[minigolfandsushi]

[He leans forward]

Vodka. Is flavorless. Piss.

[candothat]

[Video is RAGEQUIT.

Chekov is looking for you, Peter. Who knows what he'll do when he finds you.]

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[minigolfandsushi]

[Peter is whistling cheerfully as he pours some more vodka into a glass of lemonade. Since there are no customers around, he drinks it himself.]

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[candothat]

[At least no one is buying from Peter. It's very possible that vodka isn't the only thing mixed in with the lemonade.]

Your business is not doing so well.

[There is a certain lack of rage.]

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[minigolfandsushi]

Takes time for word of mouth to get around.

[Peter's not worried. Possibly because he's drunk.]

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[candothat]

[How does being drunk make this different from usual?]

Is there vodka left?

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[minigolfandsushi]

Why should i tell you?

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[candothat]

[VERY SERIOUSLY:] Because what you are doing is sacrilegious.

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[minigolfandsushi]

To what religion, exactly?

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[candothat]

Not to a religion, but to something hallowed.

[Okay, he can't pretend to be serious for that long over something so ridiculous. It helps, admittedly, that Peter likely only ruined low-quality vodka...]

Did you add anything but lemon juice? That will taste awful.

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[minigolfandsushi]

It's lemonade. Jesus Christ, it's a fucking summer staple.

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[candothat]

Lemonade is not made by putting a little lemon juice into vodka. Did you add sugar?

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[minigolfandsushi]

[SIGH] I've made lemonade before, you twitnit. It's water, sugar, lemon juice, and vodka. Try it for yourself.

[He shoves a glass at Chekov.]

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[candothat]

[Chekov looks from the glass to Peter as if he suspects he has been given poison. After a moment, though, he downs the whole thing... and makes a terrible face.]

It needs more sugar.

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[minigolfandsushi]

Of course you'd say that; you're twelve.

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[candothat]

If I am twelve, you are not a day younger than forty-five.

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[minigolfandsushi]

That hurts, Chuckles. That really hurts.

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[candothat]

[He... actually can't tell if Peter is joking or not.]

That was not my intention.

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[minigolfandsushi]

Yeah, well, the road to hell and all that. You can make it up to me -

[He plunks a jug in front of Chekov.]

by helping me make more of this stuff.

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[candothat]

[Sigh.]

Your supply outweighs your demand already.

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[minigolfandsushi]

Not a bit.

[And he chugs some more.]

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[candothat]

[He sighs again and takes another glass, dumping part of the lemonade out to make room for an obscene amount of sugar.]

You will kill yourself of alcohol poisoning.