Re: [quicklog: connie/archie]
[Connie decided to stop poking. She could see the sore spot, just under the word intending</a> and she didn't need to know more than that. The Gunsters had plenty of those, too. Instead she smiled, happy to talk about her drink instead.]
Yes, I've decided to go for a margarita instead and people will have to just pretend it's Witch's Brew. Behold! [She took out a glass and poured in a greenish liquid that smelled of limes and lemons, syrup, tequila (clear! with a skull on the label), orange liquor and then a dark red looking liquid from a round bottle. The red seeped perfectly into the green, making it look at least a little spooky.] There we go.