The storm was starting to break. Once the drunks had to use their own money to pay for their drinks, Reiji’s workload had become considerably lighter. His tunnel vision cleared up, allowing his peripheral vision to notice that blondie had been joined by a tall blondie, who just so happened to be waving him over. After a wordless exchange, the guy gave the tall blondie a thumbs-up, showing that he understood that they were looking to get another Sex on the Beach. The oddest tinge of disappointment shot through the red head as he made the fruity abomination, realizing that his chance to get to know the shorter blondie had momentarily passed. Oh well, the night was still young and he really didn’t have time to let something like that get him down. 

Gently sliding the drink to the two, Reiji smiled and said, [color=red]”Alrighty, here’s your Sex on the Beach. If you folks need anything else, well,”[/color] he chucked, making a small gesture towards the area behind the bar that he was stuck behind, [color=red]”It certainly isn’t hard to find me.”[/color] 

With that, he got back to bartending. His attention turned to a white haired guy with piercing eyes, which after a moment he recognized as the one that had ordered a round for everyone. Reiji gave him a brief nod of acknowledgment and tried to listen to his request quietly, but he couldn’t stop his head from cocking to the side in bewilderment when he heard it. Getting an El Bastardo was the equivalent of using a jet to get across town. Sure you got there fast, but it almost inevitably resulted in a horrible, flaming wreck of a conclusion.

[color=red]”You got it chief,"[/color] he said with a raised eyebrow. With his usual flourish, he all but juggled the bottles of tequila, vodka, and whiskey. Of all the drinks he had made thus far, this one was by far the most potent, and with generous amount of tobacco sauce it called for, it was sure to get the most memorable reaction of the night. Reiji liked to imagine that the finished drink was smoking with ill intent as he passed it to the white haired guy. [color=red]”I don't know how drunk you are planning on getting tonight, but you have my assurance that you’re about to get there so fast that you are going to overshoot it,”[/color] he warned, worried about the monstrosity that he had just created. 

The crowd had dispersed for the most part, so the punk was free to watch the horror story unfold before him as he wondered whether one man should ever be allowed to have so much power over the sobriety of others.