[ There's a rumble of laughter before the vampire tosses back the shot. But unlike her, he winces his way through it... and with one eye still squeezed shut and perhaps a little watering of those blue eyes, he finally manages: ]

I don't think we should use that swamp water or whatever it is again.

[ He pushes that mystery substance away, and begins making his way around the bar to switch places again. You're up, Jo. ]

Tasted like mango that had been stewin' half a summer in a boot filled with mamajuana.