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[This has been a hell of a month for departures and bad news, apparently. Zack hates to add to the misery, but it's gotta be done.]

...Aerith Gainsborough's gone home. She didn't leave anything, but... if you were friends, you know how she felt.

Good Spirits is self-serve tonight. Sorry, guys.

[And Zack will be at Good Spirits for most of the day after that, serving himself. Despite the melancholy of his announcement, his mood will be switching between quiet and downright celebratory all night long. Coping, who's coping?

He also has company: a strange-looking winged dog, standing guard quietly at his back the entire time he's there.]

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[Romulan Ale, aka the magical feel-better potion. Sort of. Just as long as you don't drink too much of it.

Richard will just be watching his face to see what he thinks of it because he's quite aware of just how strong that stuff is.]

[He'll probably get a kick out of the response, because Zack's face is pretty comical right about now. He almost splutters, eyes wide, slamming the class down on the counter.]

Whoa! That's- I've never- what the hell is that!?

[Richard can't help but stifle a laugh behind his hand, because while that is pretty much the reaction he was expecting, that doesn't make it any less amusing.]

And here I thought a bartender was expected to be familiar with all of his wares.

Well.. usually I am. I didn't know we had that stuff, though.

[Sounds like they need to take inventory.]

Then consider this your first lesson in Romulan Ale.

Oh man, lesson learned. Thanks for bringing it over, though. I'll have to figure out how to put it to good use, eh?

Why not use it as an ingredient in some new cocktails? The patrons would never know what hit them.

Hey, maybe I will. The menu could use a few more cocktails, that's for sure.

[Though admittedly it's expanded quite a bit since he took over. They've done well for themselves.]