Berrilyn frowned. "I wonder what a drink made of every other drink would taste like.... do you have any alcohol that tastes like oranges?"
Skydust turned to look at the drinks. "Well, we have orange vodka, orange alcopop, we can make a cocktail with oranges..."
Berrilyn tapped her chin with one hoof. "hm... do you have orange pancake vodka? if not, just orange vodka"
"Ooo, the orange pancake vodka is an acquired taste. I should just get you orange vodka instead." Skydust levitated a bottle of orange vodka down with his magic and poured her a shot.
"Thanks, Sabe." Maya quickly finished off her breakfast. "Mmm. Maybe we should hire you on as full-time chef."
"really? well, thanks" she said, frowning for a moment, then shrugging and smiling. she took the shot, looking around. "it's rather quiet at the moment, huh?"
Silver sighed and left the bar. He now had an idea as to where Nightshade was, and he didn't like it.
Maya left briefly to take her plate back to the kitchen. Azrael finally walked into the bar, formaldehyde rapidly dripping from a gash in his forehead. "Good morning. Forgive my lateness." Skydust tilted his head as he eyed Azrael. "What in Celestia's name..?"
"I got into a fight with a thing." Azrael walked behind the counter, sat, picked Skydust up against his will, and used his fur to wipe the formaldehyde from his forehead. "Excuse you?" Skydust flailed a bit as Azrael picked him up, and huffed when he was set down. "Thank you for that, dear friend. If that kills me, I'm going to haunt you." Azrael sighed. "It's watered down, Dust. Quit being a filly."
Skydust shot Saber a 'Shh' look. "Never happened." Azrael walked back over to the door and took his post.
