If there isn't one, then they should talk to the bartender about creating it and letting them market it to other people around the club. Whatever it's made out of, most of the drinks here are great, so it'd likely do rather well amongst the other patrons.
"The nastier tasting the alcohol, the stronger it is," Klaus tells him, plucking up each little glass and stacking them one inside the other. Once they're a tiny tower, he slides them all back toward their server, rubbing away the excess whiskey on his lips. "And the worse your decisions can get." But Ben is laughing and he can't fight the smirk that curves his mouth upward, his hand reaching to push through his bangs, pinning them atop his head.
"Just wait until they all hit you at once." He can only imagine what kinda lightweight his brother is, ponders if it's going to be a good idea to continue pouring shots for him, but decides on something else once he sees Ben bopping along to the music. "...come on," he murmurs giddily, shifting out of his spot and reaching to clasp Ben's wrist so he can guide them toward the dance floor after he's tugged the other off his barstool.
"Let's get moving before the alcohol really hits you."
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Date: 2019-04-03 07:39 am (UTC)"The nastier tasting the alcohol, the stronger it is," Klaus tells him, plucking up each little glass and stacking them one inside the other. Once they're a tiny tower, he slides them all back toward their server, rubbing away the excess whiskey on his lips. "And the worse your decisions can get." But Ben is laughing and he can't fight the smirk that curves his mouth upward, his hand reaching to push through his bangs, pinning them atop his head.
"Just wait until they all hit you at once." He can only imagine what kinda lightweight his brother is, ponders if it's going to be a good idea to continue pouring shots for him, but decides on something else once he sees Ben bopping along to the music. "...come on," he murmurs giddily, shifting out of his spot and reaching to clasp Ben's wrist so he can guide them toward the dance floor after he's tugged the other off his barstool.
"Let's get moving before the alcohol really hits you."