[center][h3]🍷🍺🎵📖[color=#A64575]Jason Blackwood[/color]📖🎵🍺🍷[/h3][/center]
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	Jason walked over the order to the small kitchen and handed it off to Gérard through a small window. The man briefly eyed the ticket and immediately glanced up.

	[color=#A64575]“Don’t look at me,”[/color] Jason said, trying not to laugh at the man’s response.  [color=#A64575]“You’re the one who took my idea and made it,”[/color] he gave a chef’s kiss. [i][color=#A64575]Magnifique[/color][/i].

	A slight smirk tugged at one corner of Gérard’s mouth at the last word.

	[color=#A64575]“They’re for the two gentlemen at the bar. Feel free to pass them out a few at a time. They seem pretty hungry, so I’ll keep watch and bring each batch as it’s ready.”[/color]

	He gave a steady nod before getting to work. Jason returned to the bar.

	As he approached the two patrons, he grabbed the lemonade from the fridge and topped off the first man’s drink.

	[color=#A64575]“Therrrrre you are,”[/color] he said as he poured. He righted the pitcher and addressed both men. [color=#A64575]“The first batch of your sliders should be out soon. Give or take five minutes.”[/color]

	Jason then returned the pitcher, coming back with two bottles of whiskey.

	[color=#A64575]“Now…”[/color] he began, leaning down between them and looking to the second man. [color=#A64575]“Are you looking for the highest proof,”[/color] he tilted towards one bottle, [color=#A64575]“or the one that’ll leave a mark?”[/color] He tilted to the other.