[ shuffling around the kitchen, instead of putting the kettle on, joe hauls a pitcher out of fridge. it's full of mint leaves and ice and almost immediately starts condensating when faced with the heavy heat. ]
I'm not sure how they's taste together, Book might have something else. Give me a mo'.
[ without further ado, he ducks into one of the bedrooms, groaning as he rifles through someone else's shit. god damn, sébastien. eventually, with a satisfied "aha!", joe returns with a bottle of something as clear as vodka. ]
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[ shuffling around the kitchen, instead of putting the kettle on, joe hauls a pitcher out of fridge. it's full of mint leaves and ice and almost immediately starts condensating when faced with the heavy heat. ]
I'm not sure how they's taste together, Book might have something else. Give me a mo'.
[ without further ado, he ducks into one of the bedrooms, groaning as he rifles through someone else's shit. god damn, sébastien. eventually, with a satisfied "aha!", joe returns with a bottle of something as clear as vodka. ]
Gin will be better with mint.