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Drink Me
The Aphrodisiacs Drink Meme
Welcome to the drinks meme! Use RNG or pick a drink that catches your fancy. Effects are coupled, so the more the merrier (and kinkier)! All drinks include powerful aphrodisiacs and the bar features handy private rooms stocked with everything your fantasies require.
1. red - juicy red apple spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg. effect: extreme, sudden arousal. You need someone, anyone, and you needed them yesterday.
2. orange - fresh orange juice with vanilla-laced champagne. effect: voyeurism. who cares who's watching? you want it right here and now. Or maybe you're the one who's into watching?
3. yellow - sweet and sour lemonade topped with meringue. effect: violence. angry hatesex can be more fun that it sounds...
4. green - lime sparkler with coconut and green tea flavors. effect: jealousy/yandere. You'll crave your partner desperately, and no one else can have them.
5. blue - crushed blueberry puree, vodka and soda. effect: domination. You'll have the urge to beat someone into submission. Make them the dog they really are.
6. purple - crushed blackberry puree, vodka and soda. effect: submission. You'll submit to any demands, and pain becomes the greatest pleasure. Who knew bleeding could feel so good?
7. pink - sweet sparkling champagne with strawberries. effect: loving. Your coupling will be adoring and loving. Onlookers will puke from the sweetness.
8. black - licorice and chocolate liqueurs. effect: The strongest of them all. There's no fighting the urge to fuck after drinking this. Even the most stoic of people can't resist this drink.
9. brown - coffee with hazelnut and cream. effect: energizing. You'll want to go all night, nothing can stop you. Multiple orgasms are nothing.
10. white - frozen coconut with jelly balls. effect: extreme bondage. You'll be frozen in place and desperate to be bound.
11. grey - earl grey tea with honey. effect: genderswap. Not the prettiest of drinks, but it will make you into the prettiest (or most handsome) belle of the bar. Just a sip gives the unbearable urge to crossdress.
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manwoman walked into a bar (hours ago). Isn’t that the way all good stories begin? Or is that horrible jokes? Claire Redfield can’t rightly remember which. Hell she’s had a few in the last couple of hours and while she isn’t precisely drunk, the many colored drinks have started to blur together in the pleasant, uncaring, rainbow like haze that comes when one is well on her (or his) way to getting good and schnockered.However Claire finds herself with a problem and is in need of a remedy. Namely that her partner/date/that-guy-she-came-with seems to have disappeared and while she’s not specifically looking (at least that’s what she tells herself even though that one red drink left her feeling a little ah - needy), she’s also a social creature who would rather not sit at a bar and keep drinking alone (fuck whatshisname anyway; it was a blind date).
Since the stool on her left is empty, it only makes sense that she looks to her right, right? And blink because whoa are his eyes red? The only red eyes Claire has ever seen belonged to biological experiments gone bad. However the guy isn’t on a rampage which counts as a point in the not “Not A Homicidal Experiment” column. ]
Excuse me. You don’t happen to work for a company called Umbrella do you?
[ But it’s better to safe than sorry.
She grabs her glass – something pink that might have been red at some point, or that could just be the lights – and takes a sip all the while debating some coffee in case this introduction takes a turn for the worst and she decides to bail. ]
idk either but let's just roll with it
[Vincent's really not sure why he's still even here; he'd long since lost the trail of his mark— something that rankled. It is easy to counsel patience in another; it is something else entirely to force it upon oneself while waiting for a rat gone to ground to resurface. It's why he'd come out tonight; you can take the man out of the Turks but you can't take the Turk out of the man, and Vincent had always been good at his job.
He's nursing his own drink, orange and slightly tangy and it's maybe part of the reason why he's meeting her gaze (looking past her, looking at her again; it's nothing personal). And he should just brush this one off too but he doesn't, because there's something in her slightly drunk attitude, that forward question asked without preamble, that says a moment of distraction might not be a bad thing.]
You're not with ShinRa, are you?
[Even as the words leave his mouth Vincent resolves never to return to this bar again, no matter its reputation for information.]
no subject
[ The words come out in a relieved rush and she mentally chalks up another mark in the plus column and silently realizes that she just might need to reevaluate her life choices if the most important ‘feature’ of a guy is measuring the likelihood of him turning into some undead nightmare with the intelligence of a rock and the smell of a trash can.
Or maybe she just needs to move somewhere far, far away. ]
Hmm? ShinRa? Can’t say that I have. Small company?
[ Hey, it’s better than so where did you get those eyes? Claire finds a bit of pride in the fact that she isn’t staring. He seems a bit odd, not bad, just different and she can’t quite place her finger on why. Maybe it’s the whole look – dark and potentially broody. Another drink should help solve the mystery. ]
no subject
Well, it'll come to him in time. Meanwhile, there's someone at his side and she possesses at least enough intelligence to talk in coherent sentences, which is... rather different from a lot of what seems to be happening elsewhere in the bar. There's a reason Vincent is sitting with his back to most of it.]
Rather large company, actually.
[When she calls for another drink he snags the bartender's attention as well, before turning his attention back to her. For reasons he cannot place his finger entirely on, Vincent is feeling almost sociable tonight. There should probably be introductions.]
Vincent Valentine.
no subject
[ Oh but that last name? That gets a very curious look and her eyes narrowing to peer a little more closely. ]
You wouldn’t be related to Jill Valentine would you?
[ If he is, it’s a distance cousin maybe since if there is a resemblance its faint.]
Whoops, bad manners on my part. Claire, Claire Redfield.
[ With the new glass delivered, Claire looks at the concoction with a slight disgruntlement. What bar doesn’t serve just plain ole beer? Really what is the world coming to? But she scoops it up anyway, plucks the tiny umbrella thing out and eyes it for all of a second before dropping it on the table. ]
You know, I don’t think I’ll ever understand why anyone would want to decorate a drink with an umbrella.
[ Ah the great mysteries of life. ]
no subject
[There's not a Jill in the family as far as Vincent knows— but ah, he can't consider himself part of any family anymore, not really. And it's not a bad thing, not a source of hurt or angst. That wound is, at least, one long healed over.
If it had ever existed in the first place.
Vincent shakes his head.]
Grimoire, if the name means anything. [It probably won't, which is the only reason he mentions it.
There's some minor amusement as Claire plucks out the umbrella as if offended by it. Vincent doesn't see much point to them either but they don't particularly bother him. The drinks are good (mostly), but they're flashy too, and Vincent doesn't entirely trust flashy things.
Maybe that's why Claire, rough around the edges as she seems, is thus far the most interesting thing in this place.]
Perhaps it is tied to how you can't seem to get a simple drink here, either. [He half-raises his glass for a toast anyway.]
no subject
[ And just like she lets it go in favor of clinking (gently) her glass of something red against his of something orange. Still her lips twitch because the colors are pretty bright, nearly neon in fact and he certainly doesn’t seem to be the type anymore than she does for overly complicated drinks with names like ’Kremlin Colonel’, ‘Screwdriver’, and ‘Paralyzer’. The last one especially since it sounds less like a drink and more like a threat. ]
Mhmm, my theory is that they put so much stuff in them that they could be handing you a fruit cocktail with no liquor at all and most people wouldn’t know the difference. Although this one does have a little bit of kick to it.
[ More than she was expecting in fact even if she doesn’t feel tipsy in the usual, alcohol induced way. ]
You’d think with whatever they put in all of - [ She waves one hand in the direction of the drink list ] - they could pour something with only one ingredient.
[ The words come out dryly, but there’s certainly less offense and far more amusement with them. ]