Anachronism stew I.

[undead_radish_seller]

Bar has her moods. So, when Wen Ning walked up to her this evening, coming in from a great day at home distributing the bounties from Milliways (A-Jing is so happy with her new pink dress, twirling and jumping as any teenage girl has the right to), he asked the bar to surprise him. Expecting spicy food or something.

Instead, he got a small glass of Atlantean, a bowl of popcorn, and a tablet computer set up in Chinese.

Because of that, the bar now contains exactly one (1) fierce corpse who is hanging from the rafters by his knees, watching 'Queer Eye' and eating popcorn upside-down without snarfing any of it in the wrong direction.



tinytag: wen ning
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[undead_radish_seller]

"It's called Atlantean," Wen Ning says with a big smile.

[little_pieces_of_time]

"Atlantean? I've not heard of it," she admits, with a shaky little chuckle. "But I'll try just about anything once."

[undead_radish_seller]

Wen Ning cheerfully rolls up to the bar and orders two glasses of Atlantean.

Two glasses appear; one is the size of an ordinary shot glass and clearly labelled 'Wen Ning', the other is about as big as a thimble, and has the name 'Max Caulfield' engraved on it in tiny letters.

"Huh," Wen Ning says.

[little_pieces_of_time]

"Uh," echoes Max, looking at the tiny cup with her name engraved in tinier letters. The amount of liquid it holds could be measured in individual drops.

"Is it that strong? Maybe I shouldn't."

[undead_radish_seller]

"Maybe it gave you just enough that you can take it, which is why I get more," Wen Ning muses. "I'm a fierce corpse and don't get drunk that easily. It tastes like heaven."

He lifts his glass with both hands and takes a tiny sip.

"Ahhh!"

He smiles widely.