"One more for the road then."

“Can I get a Clawdka?” His claws scraped along the surface of the bar counter lightly, and moments later he was served up his drink.

With a click, Hops set it down and seemed to be watching his reaction. Pointedly, he turned the glass so he wouldn’t have to drink from the cut–or chipped…whatever side. Somebody once said it tasted like a permanent marker…there had never been a perfect descriptor for this drink. Even so, he downed it in one go, and licked his lips at the thought of his next drink…

“Smooch Hooch next?” Running a rather long tongue along his lips again, the Succubun waited in anticipation of the next drink.

Blinking and tilting his head, Hops seemed to giggle and brought out a tube of red lipstick. How’d he known it was red before she popped it open? Well, it was red, believe him. Applying it, his brows furrowed when she brought to the glass before pouring his drink, leaving her mark on it. Pausing a moment, she brought a coaster to her mouth and marked it as well, before setting the glass down on top of it and presenting it to him.

Was she flirting? Before he could lift the glass–ploop–she stuck a straw in it. Much with the glass and the coaster, it too was smudged red with lipstick. Once again, to a point, he removed the straw, turned the glass and lifted it from the coaster to enjoy his drink. It was a drink, certainly, but forgettable, despite its interestingly intimate presentation.

“Fix me a Dracquiri?” Biting his bottom lip, one could almost cut themselves on such sharp teeth, but the next drink looked rather sweet.

Despite her best efforts, the red of the drink ran down along the side after it was poured. She offered napkins beside it though. First plucking the white strawberry off the glass, Bonemeal bit down and immediately regretted it. White strawberries aren't sweet, and he could imagine it wasn’t ripe either.

Lifting the glass next, however…cool, and sweet. Easy to drink. Too easy to drink. Hissing at the pain in his teeth, he pressed his long, warm tongue against the side of his mouth with the cold sensitive teeth, hoping it’d help. After a few seconds, he resumed his drinking, though fairly slower as Hops giggled behind the counter, but seemed to anticipate his intentions to continue ordering.

“How about a Sinnamon Whiskey?” The flame in his eye flared as he blinked a little bit of drowsiness from them, but this hadn’t been the most he’d drunken in one sitting.

Watching her pour closely, he blinked, and next thing he knew she struck a match and lit the alcohol on fire. That wasn’t too odd, no fear as he drank it down, what caught him by surprise was that it was more than a little spicy. Peppery–smokey.

“S-shardonnay?” Tail swishing slowly as he coughed his next drink, there was a worry after a beat that it’d catch his own snuggy hoodie, snag and cut it on its own spikes.

Hops was looping a dead-looking piece of vine along the stem of the glass, before pouring the white wine. Lifting the final drink to his lips, nursing a pleasant buzz at this point…it wasn’t so simple as the first two, and didn’t taste like shit either. Taking longer to sip, taste, enjoy it…the Succubun’s brows raised as one more drink was set out in front of him.

“I didn’t order this one.” Setting down a fair amount of carats for all the drinks, Hops half-bowed towards him.

“This one’s on the house.”

Bonemeal finished his white wine, and picked up this glass, he stared at the purple liquid and pink ribbon–holding it up to the purple bartender, the drink was the very picture of her essence, he thought.

Raising it a little higher, and seeing Hops smile, “One more for the road then.”