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[b]"I'll take a double shot of cinnamon whiskey, neat, if you have any. Thank you Elizabeth."[/b] Max began to wonder if Liz was even in a state to be tending the bar. There is no way she could accurately pour a drink in her current state of inebriation, no matter how hard she tried to seem composed. He also wondered if she even had permission to be behind the bar. What if she broke a bottle? [i]'Would Romus be mad?'[/i] That thought brought with it a mischievous smile and an idea. 

[b]"Actually, I hate to be picky, but I see my favorite brand of cinnamon whiskey there on the top shelf."[/b] He pointed to a bottle of Fireball. The top shelf was almost out of reach for the short Elizabeth. But if she stood on her tip toes she might be able to coax it down. Whether she could get it down without dropping it was another story. He didn't actually want to see his friend in trouble, but he was a demon after all, and what harm could really come of a dropped bottle?