Chapter Twenty-Seven

[thebestseller]

So, Paradisa, I got to thinking about drink recipes, as I sometimes do when I'm bored and procrastinating on writing. And I decided that the Death Match should have a signature cocktail. Maybe several.

Any ideas?

Bonus points if you manage to reference ponies.

Comments

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[themuse]

Sure you do.

[ Because she lets him win. Like now. ]

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[thebestseller]

I so do.

dictated;

[themuse]

I'm agreeing, babe. Of course you do.

[ No he doesn't. ]

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[thebestseller]

Like right now, for instance?

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[themuse]

I'm closing my journal now.

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[thebestseller]

Winner, winner, chicken dinner.

dictated;

[themuse]

Bye, Castle.

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[thebestseller]

Auf wiedersehen.