[Honestly, it could be a lot rougher before Carver really felt at home, but it has the advantage of being somewhere he remembers from the very first few days here, so it's become default. He waves down a waitress for a digitized menu, poking at it with all the finesse of someone who knows, like, two tablet gestures and only by accident.]
This blue thing— Here.
[He holds it up, showing the handy picture of some kind of glowing blue cocktail with a ridiculous name. It's blue and it glows, is the draw.]
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This blue thing— Here.
[He holds it up, showing the handy picture of some kind of glowing blue cocktail with a ridiculous name. It's blue and it glows, is the draw.]
It tastes alright.