Nightshade read the article on the drink and shrugged. "Alright, Windsor. You heard the mare." The barstool hopped up and down in annoyance and started digging out ingredients to make the insanely complicated drink. "And while you're at it, how about Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster for me?"
"Not in the slightest, and extremely, respectively." Nightshade responded. "But at this point, who cares?" She took a bite of the cake and nodded appreciatively. "This is good. Sugarcube Corner?"
RepM: True. That much power, coursing through a pony's body, could cause damage, and a lot of it. Not to mention, the psychic aspect of it, it could cause issues if they are of dubious intent, by amplifying said dubious intents...mixed with said power....bad idea. Selena: (calms down a bit)
Dusty nodded. "Indeed. We had Pinkie Pie make it for us." "This is really good," Raven agreed. "Bet it was a *squee!* to get into the bar."
RepB: Oh we're getting drinks now? Alright. (Materializes a drink for himself. It looked like a swirling hurricane in a bubble, complete with flashing lightning, before it calmed into a dark liquid with bright gold spots floating within, still inside the bubble.) Figure: (Holding Selena's notebook, which had a web of energy around it.) Hmm. (Muttering something that sounds like a song)
"Not too bad," he responded. "Haven't had a chance to get some of that cake yet though, but this Jagerbomb was pretty rad."
Azrael nodded. "That's good. Maybe you should ask that bald pony to bring you some." "You gonna be okay?" Maya asked Selena.
"Sounds like a good idea." He got up and walked back over to where the cake was. "Hey Dust," he said as he moved over to him. "Can I have a slice of that cake, please?"
Figure: Oh ho! Someone's in trouble now. (Had found the cause of Selena's troubles.) RepB: (starts drinking his Cosmic Storm before offering to get some for everypony) Anypony else want one? If so, or not I can give the recipe to that barstool. Selena: Uh-huh. I think so.
Azrael shook his head. "You could have done that sitting down." He turned to RepB, answering, "We would love one." "Of course, Blackened." Dusty floated him a slice of cake. "Alright, hon..." Maya slowly released the hug.
RepB: Sure thing. (With a twist of his wrist, a bubble appeared in front of Azrael and the same hurricane effect was inside, and before long it had calmed into the same dark liquid with golden specks. A piece of paper had also appeared and floated over to Windsor.) Barstool, that paper is the instructions to make a Cosmic Storm drink. Would you kindly put it with Maya's recipes?
Windsor brought Raven and Nightshade their drinks, then took the recipe to add to Maya's files. This, of course, also stored the recipe in his own memory, owing to his being a living avatar of the bar itself. **************************************************************************************************** Nightshade took a gulp of her drink and let out a cry of agony that lasted several seconds. ******************************************************************************************** Blackout and Cricket, who had walked in several posts ago before I kinda forgot about them, sat down at the bar. Cricket nodded to Raven. "Happy birthday, kid. We got you something, but the mailmare hasn't shown up with it yet."
