The Black Pot

Jack looks around for the owners and gives them a slightly confused thumbs-up. "Happy anniversary, then? Although from what I've heard, maybe nobody's died of food poisoning, but suffered... And there are other fun things to be done with swizzle sticks and umbrellas, but anyway, let's see." He goes into conversation for a bit, then starts talking again.

"I think I'm going to go with what Ianto said to me earlier. It doesn't actually exist here, although I've seen a few attempts to approximate it. I'd imagine the real thing is a lot better, though. And that would be a pan-galactic gargle blaster. It's got the right mix of potency and a nice intergalactic touch. And I like a cocktail with an olive in it, too."

He rubs his chin as he considers something that could actually be made, looking through the lists. "If that doesn't work, then... Hmmm. I don't know which cocktail exactly, but I'd say something that's nice and bright because--" He flashes a large grin, toothy and white. "I've got a hell of a smile. Maybe a nice layer of cream or something that'll really knock you out. Whatever it is, it should probably be one with a suggestive name, because I lay down plenty of innuendos. Hmmm. Suck Bang and Blow looks pretty potent, or maybe a Banana Blow Job. As the Doctor told me, bananas are good!"

He pushes the word across his tongue, finding it difficult to pronounce, so he discards it. But there's something aesthetically pleasing about the glasses in all shapes and sizes, the colourful suns rising in their containers. He surprises himself by reaching for one and takes a sip. Sweet, too sweet, he thinks, turning the glass in front of him. Orange and red and the tinkle of ice - autumn making way for winter. He immediately associates it with that - with maples turning, and over-ripe fruit left to rot. It shouldn't taste sweet. It should taste bitter.

Noiselessly, he pushes the glass away with both hands, then looks up with resolve. "Sake, please."

Dr. McCoy smiles at the topic. "Now here's somethin' I know a little about. That's not to say I'm a lush or anythin', but I know a good drink when I taste one."

"I've always been a big fan of the mint julep. There's nothin' like a cold mint julep in a silver mint julep cup on a hot summer day." He smiles again.

"But I wouldn't say that the mint julep is a good cocktail of choice to describe me. If I had to pick one, I'd probably say an ol' fashioned cocktail. I'm an ol' fashioned kind of guy, even though I'm from the future. I never could catch up with everyone else when it came to technology, aside from medical equipment. Give me a good ol' fashioned shuttle ride over the transporter, or an ol' paper book over the computerized thing. Some people rely to much on computers and machines and forget the value of the human brain."

"But back to the cocktail. It tends to be bitter, and I've been told repeatedly that I can be pretty bitter. But it does have a little sugar in it, so there's a little sweetness in there. Not to say I'm sweet, but I have my nice moments." The doctor pauses, then adds with a smirk, "When I'm in the mood."

He shrugs before taking a sip of the drink in front of him.

"So I guess that's it. I'm an ol' fashioned cocktail."

“My, such colourful names,” Holmes murmurs as he peruses the list Regulus has provided. “I didn’t think you were supposed to feel like an imbecile until after you had drunk them.” His eyes narrow when he comes across the drinks named liquid cocaine. He quickly scans the ingredients. He doesn’t know what Red Bull is, but it doesn’t sound very appetizing. “I seriously doubt that these would have the intended effect on the imbiber,” he comments, flicking at his cuffs. He shakes his head. “Either avail yourself of the genuine article or leave well enough alone.” He smiles wolfishly. “Don’t try and mix them.” He leans back, thinking, tapping his chin with the stem of his pipe. “I’ve always preferred wine to cocktails. A nice Chateau La Tour. Very soothing after a tiring day. Or perhaps an eighteen-year old Glenmorangie. Something that won’t leave you feeling as if you’d been chased by the Hound of the Baskervilles.”

He's toying with the water glass, the liquid in it too thick to be water. He sips it, shrugs.

"I usually drink vodka straight, no surprise. Or Bourbon, if the mood hits. Something to describe me though: it's hardly going to be a cocktail, fruity little umbrellas and juices, don't kid yourself."

He takes another sip, licks his lips to chase after the taste of the alcohol.

"Drink to describe me, it's called Iron Curtain, fuckin' appropriate if you think about it. You take a shot glass, don't care if it's frozen or not, hell, most of the time you don't have the moment to spare to think about that. If you're in a shitty mood pour in the vodka first. Make it half full, three-fourths full, really doesn't matter. Then dribble in the Jägermeister, little clouds of black that rain on your parade. If you're in a good mood, pour in the Jägermeister first and fill it up with vodka, little clouds of white that brighten the day. If you give it time it'll settle into layers, easy to tell apart, easy to separate, but then you twirl it, twist it, fuck with it and it becomes this dark something that's gonna give you nightmares."

Another sip of the vodka.

"It goes down easy, easier than each of those in separate glasses. It's still gonna give you a headache in the morning. But it makes for a good night. That's something that can't be said for everyone. Or everything. You get at least one good night out of it."

He raises his glass in toast and drinks it down.

seasidecafe turns 1 year old this month, and to celebrate the fact that we've managed to make it this far without anyone being set on fire/turned into a twiglet/died of food poisoning, this month we're going to talk about the most fun you can have with swizzle sticks and miniature umbrellas: yes, cocktails.

If you were a cocktail, what would you be? Short and sour? Long, frothy and sticky-sweet? Or would you just burn like paint stripper? If you're just that unique and would like to invent a cocktail that you feel sums you up, please tell us about it. You never know, we might even make it for you. Need a little help?

The tag for this month is cocktails, and don't forget to claim the month for your character here.