Mixology 101

Today was the day that Hops hosted one of her Mixology classes. In a desperate need to acquire more treasures, or more accurately booze, Epsilon decided to attend. She begrudgingly handed over her precious Carats to get this damn recipe book let alone get the class itself. Hopefully her knowledge would make things a whole lot cheaper. She could make drinks from the comfort of her own home. Liquor isn’t too expensive either. 

The doll walked into the Casino, making a beeline towards the bar. She knew that if she strayed, she would get lost in the slots and roulettes. Ultimately losing money. But damn was it fun. “Hey Hops.” She said, hopping up onto a bar stool. She looked at the other femme standing behind the bar as she frantically worked. There were many customers, all of them begging for drinks as if their life depended on it. “One second!” She responded, sliding a Peach Hellini down to a customer at the end. Epsilon had never been a peach fan. As a matter of fact, it was one of her least favorite flavors out there in Burrowgatory. She watched Hops as she moved at incredible speeds.

Finally, Hops sent her last drink to a customer. The masc was blackout drunk, barely able to speak coherently. A sight familiar to Epsilon and many other Buns living here. Hops then quickly sent a water over to him. She simply needed him to be able to pay his tab. The extra carats would be appreciated by her. One step closer to paying off her debt to Angora.

Epsilon jolted as the masc Bun slammed carats onto the bar counter with a loud clattering sound. “Done yet?” The colorful Bun asked as she leaned forward. Hops seemed like she was finally at a spot where she could stop. “So! You’re here for the class right?” She asked the new femme sitting across from her. “Yup I am.”

“Good! Now find something in this book to make-” 

Epsilon sat on the bar stool, facing Hops as she worked. Her legs dangled as she spun around in her seat. "Okay, wait-" Her gaze dropped as she flipped through the pages of her recipe book. "Okay- Angora sour. I wanna make that next." She looked back up at the Bun in front of her. "Alrighty then." Hops responded, ducking underneath the bar. "You can either stay over there or hop on over. Up to you." She smiled, glancing over at them. "I'll stay over here. Anyways-" She stopped her spins, leaning forward and setting the recipes down. "First thing we need is Liquer! It should be right over there."

She hopped off the seat, walking behind the bar. "Is it the pinkish one or the green-" Her eyes glanced over the many different bottles on the shelves in front of her. She tugged it down, reading the label quickly. She nodded to herself and handed it over to Hops. She stood on her toes as she watched the femme pour the liquid into a shaker followed by a helping of soda. "Now we need my secret ingredient! Give me one second-" Hops said as she took out a small pouch and dumped it in. She covered the shaker and quickly shook up the liquer. During their little class a handful of thirsty patrons had gathered, eager for a fill of their drink of choice. "Anyways, voila!" The Bun poured the mix into a glass, setting it on top of a napkin. She slid it towards the femme before swiftly going back to her work. 

It was a successful class on both ends. Epsilon left with much more knowledge. Now she just needed to figure out how to bribe Hops for more of her secrets.