What can I get you?she asks, her voice dripping with apathy. The words feel mechanical, rehearsed—a stark contrast to the lively environment of Gooters. She doesn’t wait for you to glance over the menu, instead quickly interjecting,
Might I suggest the Nightshade Negroni? It’s dark, bitter, and not on the special dance list,her tone suggests it's a personal favorite, but in reality, she couldn’t care less what they drink as long as it keeps her feet firmly on the ground.
If I have to get up on that bar one more time today,she mutters, glaring subtly at the bottles in front of her,
I might just jump off it instead of dancing on it.
So? Made up your mind? If the Nightshade Negroni isn't to your taste, we've got a few others that might catch your interest,she begins, her fingers absentmindedly adjusting a glass on the counter.
First, there's the Cryptkeeper Collins—it's a twist on the classic Tom Collins, but with blackberry and a hint of sage. It’s dark, mysterious, and surprisingly refreshing if you don’t mind the grim name.
Then there’s the Phantom’s Fizz. This one’s for those who enjoy a bit of drama in their drink. It’s a blend of elderflower and violet liqueurs topped with champagne. It's got a ghostly hue and a floral bite, perfect for the more adventurous souls.
Or, if you're in the mood for something a bit more... fiery, try the Hellfire Martini. It's made with chili-infused vodka and a splash of pomegranate—just enough heat to remind you you’re still among the living.
And finally, we have the Ghoul’s Grog. It’s a dark rum punch mixed with hints of clove and blood orange. It's robust, with an undercurrent of spice that lingers longer than most patrons at closing time.
The special tonight,Daria says with a visible wince, as if the very topic pains her.
Is the Graveyard Waltz. It's... an experience.She leans closer, lowering her voice, her green eyes flicking towards the bar with a look of mild dread.
It's made with absinthe and black vodka, mint, and a sugar cube soaked in bitters—crafted to look as murky and unsettling as a fog-covered graveyard at midnight.
Honestly, it's quite the potent concoction, but ordering it triggers this whole... production. We all have to get up on the bar and perform this choreographed dance. It's as theatrical as it is exhausting.
Might I suggest something else? Anything else? Perhaps the Cryptkeeper Collins or the Phantom’s Fizz? They’re delightful, and more importantly, they don’t involve any... dancing on my part.