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CHAPTER 12: TOM COLLINS
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BUNIDOLL PUSHES THEIR EMPTY GLASS FORWARD, WATCHING AS foolish shake a cocktail to pour in the glass. he has been assigned as a bartender even when he doesn't have the experienceㅡ only having made drinks for himself in the past. the ravenette decided to accompany him, testing all of the drinks he's capable of making with a recipe book on the side.
"crap, i forgot the lemon" foolish furrows his brows with a frown, upon noticing the cut lemon left on the table. "what would happen if you put it in last?" bunidoll reaches over for one slice, pressing it against the rim of the glass.
the brunette skims through the current recipe, "don't really know, let's try it out?" he squeezes one or two lemons into the drink before mixing it with a bar spoon, pouring the liquid into their glass before pushing it forward.
bunidoll picks up the tom collins cocktail, drinking it down without hesitation as their throat burnt, leaving the glass half empty. they stick their tongue out, "soㅡ sour..."
"you say that yet snack on a lemon?" foolish points at the eaten lemon slices that lay on top of a tissue, dumbfounded. the ravenette scoffs, "listen, i'm just sayingㅡ if i were to serve this to someone... let's say charlie, he wouldn't even finish it," they point the glass towards him, "but i would." bunidoll proceeds to finish the cocktail.
he laughs, "i think that's enough drinks for you to 'test' " his hand reaches over for the glass, leaving the ravenette to sit alone whilst he washes all of the used glasses. emerald-like irises would scan at the lipstick stains left on each one, running the sponge over them.
bunidoll frowns, bottom lip jutting out in disappointment. they weren't one to drink, but when offered one cup of alcohol? they're collecting glasses as if they've been dehydrated for weeks to no end. "none of the drinks you made were bad, they're really good..." a hum follows after, words so slurred that foolish could only roll his eyes, shaking his head. "you're not getting any more, we'll get in trouble."
