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02: [Visual] + [Location: Caritas]

Casey punches the broadcast button on the tablet which is sitting on the bar counter and leans into frame. He's got a bruise or two, maybe a laceration on the cheekbone but it's minor and woe betide anyone commenting on it.

"I've got this leather duster here," he holds it up, "from the warehouse rescue. If you're the owner of said coat, I'm at Caritas, the demon bar in Osten. Ask for Casey."

He turns off the transmission and tosses the coat under the counter out of the way.

"So, where were we?" He starts grabbing some bottles of liquor and setting them on the bar in front of him.

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"Craze, yes. New, not so much. And ew, god no. No waaaay. Gross. Extremely. And painful. Or so I... imagine." Which is not exactly a lie, because she doesn't enjoy getting bit. She just has a weakness for other... vampire... things. Shut up.

She looks momentarily horrified when Casey says the words 'twenty years', but then laughs when it becomes clear that he's kidding. "You scared me there for a sec," she admits, setting down her pen and eyeing the recipe carefully. "Yeah, I think so. I'm ready. I'll kick this cocktail's ass. You know, figuratively. I don't want to break anything."

Casey gives her a look which pretty much says 'Good attempt at a cover there, missy.' He doesn't dig further, though, opting for concentrating on the tutorial he's giving her.

"Okay, then. I'm taking the training wheels off. Go to it. I'll be the sampler of the finished product, though, wouldn't want to use anyone else as the guinea pig." He shifts over, allowing her space to work. "After we've mastered the Casablanca, we'll try a Martini."

Edited 2010-06-02 09:42 (UTC)

Buffy just tries to look really really innocent in response to that look, which probably doesn't come off too convincingly. She's always been a terrible liar. It's nice that Casey doesn't press the point though.

"Very noble." She teases, taking the reins. She's a little nervous, but mostly just focused on following the recipe as closely as possible. "Tada!" She says finally, once she's done. The end product is probably passable if not amazing, because inevitably she will have put slightly too much of one thing and not enough of another. "I apologize in advance if it's tragic."

"Hey, don't celebrate or apologize yet. The proof is in the tasting." He reaches across the counter, lifts the glass to his lips and takes a decent swallow. He starts to grimace, then cough and then pounds at his chest like it went down the wrong way.

"That was...that was...a pass." He drops the act and smirks at her. "You could go a little lighter on the lemon juice though. We want a faint tang not sour candy flavor."

She looks absolutely horrified when Casey starts choking, and is just about on the point of vaulting over the bar and performing... who knows, some kind of emergency first aid - and then, thankfully, he stops.

"Oh my god, I thought I poisoned you!" She laughs, with relief. "Less lemon, check. Faint tang. I should write that down." Which she proceeds to do, quickly, before a thought occurs to her. "Hey, can you do all that Tom Cruise in Cocktail fancy bottle-throwing acrobatics stuff?"

He rolls his eyes at her. "I knew you were gonna ask me that. Why would I wanna bother with that? It's just showing off." He picks up the bottle of vodka and flips it in his hand a couple of times, then does a reverse pour. "Sure, it gets you extra tips, but if you're not great at it, you lose it all in spills." Okay so maybe he's showing off a little with a few tricks he's learned but he doesn't go over-board, just adds a few embellishments which look harder than they really are.

Buffy has spent years training with throwing knives and stakes and various other things that required fancy twirling and catching. Watching Casey, she gets the feeling she could probably pull off that cool-looking thing he just did.

"Let me try? I break it, I'll buy it."

"Okay, sure. You're hatching replacements too." He eyes her a little dubiously but is willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. "The trick is to use the momentum and weight of the bottle and go with it when you catch it. Anticipate where it's gonna be. Just try tossing it end over end or from hand to hand first. Let's start small.

"Uhuh," she nods, taking in his advice as she picks up the bottle experimentally. 'Starting small' doesn't really exist in her vocabulary however, and she flips it twice, then pours in the way that Casey did just a moment ago, a very close imitation. "Hey, I did it!" She grins, pleased with herself. She'd be too scared to try anything more ambitious, because a bottle of liquid is not a stake, but throwing/catching in general is something she's good at.

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02: [Visual] + [Location: Caritas]

[ location: caritas ]

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