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Did Jessica know she forgot class last week? If she did she showed no sign of it. What she did show was a bottle of liquor that is for the heartiest of souls. There was also a ton of duct tape sitting on the bar as well.

"Tonight's wine choice isn't wine. but who the hell cares what this class is about now anyway?" Jessica began. "And yes. I've saved the worst for last. Malort is a wormwood liquor that tastes-"

She paused as she looked at the glass in front of her and frowned. She tossed it back, making a face and grunting in disgust.

"Ugh. Like damp socks after a heavy workout that were squeezed into a bottle and left to ferment in a warm closet."

She smacked her lips and made a face as the aftertaste kicked in.

"Also pencil shavings. And heartbreak. Any complaints about this alcohol can be made to Nick because he's from Chicago as is Malort so I'm just assuming it's his fault somehow."

She then took two shots of cheap bourbon to cleanse her palate.

"Tonight's game is White Staff. The goal here is to drink any beverage that comes in a can. Once you drink it you stack the can with the other and then tape together. First one to get to ten is that title the bearded guy in ~~meta~~ Lord of the rings. Anyone else who reaches ten after them has to duel them – or essentially, whack their staffs together until one of them breaks – to fight them for the crown."

At which point she pulled out a plastic crown out from behind the bar and placed it next to the duct tape.

"Let's get this over with. No smacking the other player though because you'll get teleported and instantly lose."

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Nick is totally to blame for this. Really. Simply because he's from Chicago.

Nick, of course, had done this before. Once, as a rite of passage, and long ago enough that he could sort of forget the taste.

Sort of. His throat and chest still remembered the aftertaste.

So he could pound back the drink, it was finished with a guttural "euuuurgh" sound before he announced, "Like somebody washed tar-covered feet in dishwashing liquid!"

But he said it proudly.

"Want another?" Jessica asked with a smirk.

She was already re-filling his glass.

"If you can mainline this stuff like that, you are some kind of Superwoman," he told her, amused. "I feel like I need three chasers and an exorcism."

"I could call Constantine to take care of that last bit," Jessica said putting the Malort aside and pouring a beer for Nick. "But that probably involves a lot of holy water and split pea soup and I don't want to clean it up.

Usually Stark could say he'd tasted worse things. Stark could not say that today. You win, Jessica.

"That may be the worst thing I've ever tasted."

That was saying a lot.

"What's it taste like!" Nick called.

You had to say!

"It tastes like..." REGRET.

"Like Rygel smells. If anyone ever licked Rygel it would taste like this."

"I don't know who Nigel is but I don't need to!"

No, Nick.

"One of my shipmates," Stark said helpfully. "A Hynerian. Green. Amphibious. Smelly. About..."

He held his hands a couple of feet apart. "About that tall."

Jessica had a glass of seltzer ready for Stark. "You get an A for the course."

Stark very gratefully accepted that seltzer and very quickly downed it.

"Thank you. That was terrible."

Rosa knew what she was in for with this one. So her goal was to manage to get it all down without expressing anything.

And she crushed it thank you very much.

Jessica expected no less of her.

And poured her a glass of seltzer to cleanse the palate and then a bourbon.

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