Open Post: Marketing

[futaille]

Now that things have managed to settle down after the havoc of this month's event from the mansion spirits, Grantaire has set his sights on a much more organic event. He did as promised and improved upon Enjolras' early attempt at a flier. It even passed Apollo's judgment and was printed. So now Grantaire is dutifully walking around the mansion with a stack of fliers to post them in whatever public areas he comes across, even venturing outside to hang them up in outbuildings, and enough were printed that there are plenty of extras to be handed out personally if anyone seems curious.

He's of course sure not everyone will come, but the more people do, the more it will seem right, as far as he's concerned, so he's perfectly willing to pitch the event to anyone who seems the least bit amenable to one. Apparently he can stay on task with proper motivation.

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[aflashbastard]

"Oh, here we go," Crowley mutters, as he draws his next drink. Tempranillo, Root Beer, and... Gochujang. He produces it, drinks it, and makes a face. The gochujang has a pretty big kick and it doesn't meld well with root beer at all.

[futaille]

Grantaire can't help it. He lets out a burst of laughter at the look on Crowley's face after drinking that. He then turns back to the cups and draws his own. Amaretto, grape juice, and marshmallows. "... Oh yes, it definitely wants me drinking healthier."

[aflashbastard]

"Grape juice," Crowley shrugs, handing him the chosen drink. "It's, uh, heart healthy. I think." He's not sure where he picked that up. The next drink is Chūhai with Hot Water and ...Gold Foil? He's starting to feel the rapid fire drinks just the slightest.

[futaille]

"It's wine without the wine. It's fine with the amaretto added, but I could do without the marshmallow, I think." He is, of course, feeling it a bit too, but he's had much more intense drinking binges than this. He draws his next drink as well.... Malört, Clamato, and black licorice. "What is Clamato?"

[aflashbastard]

It's terrible news for Grantaire that Crowley looks incredibly amused. "Good luck with this one," he says, not explaining what Clamato is and just handing the drink over instead.

[futaille]

Crowley's demeanor does concern him a bit, but not nearly enough. He takes a good-sized swig of the drink and just barely manages to get it down before he comes up hacking and spluttering.

When he finally manages to muster up the ability to speak, it's to ask one question, and even then the words are a bit choked. "What the hell did I just put in my mouth?"

[aflashbastard]

Crowley does actually outright laugh at this¹ -- but out of sheer morbid curiosity, he also grabs the drink and take a sip himself. "That's horrendous," he says, setting it down. "Clamato is tomato juice with clam broth and hot sauce."

¹It's hilarious!

[futaille]

"Of course it is," he says, still trying to work the flavor out of his mouth. "I have no issue with any of those ingredients in isolation, and they may even be useful together, but apparently not with Malört and licorice."

[aflashbastard]

Crowley's still amused but it fades slightly as he pulls the combination of Everclear, Tea, and Chow Mein Noodles. "Huh," he says. He produces it in drink form -- but it does not look pretty at all.

[futaille]

He looks at the drink Crowley produces. "... Good luck with that."

[aflashbastard]

The Everclear is a little strong but the flavor isn't terrible, it's mostly the noodles that are problematic. "Very chewy," Crowley says.

[futaille]

"Could be worse, I guess." He goes back to the cups and draws his next. Malört, Kool-Aid, and Tabasco. "I don't dislike Malört, but twice in a row? Although maybe it's trying to make up for the Clamato."

[aflashbastard]

"The Kool-Aid could be making up for it but the Tabasco might clash," Crowley comments, handing Grantaire a glass.

[futaille]

He takes a long drink of it and nods. "Honestly, it does clash a little, but it's such a dramatic improvement over the last one, I like it more than I should."

[aflashbastard]

"Oh," Crowley says, as he draws Malört, Cream Soda, and Dill Pickle. "One of the mansion spirits must like Malört."

[futaille]

"Or perhaps they just know you introduced it to me in the first place, and are making sure it's well-represented." He absently draws his own, and it's Malbec, grenadine, and shredded cheese. "Some of the extras they added make me think they may have a bit too much time on their hands, though."

[aflashbastard]

Crowley makes both of the drinks appear and hands Grantaire his own. "This isn't too bad," he says, taking a sip. "The sweetness of the cream soda balances out everything else."

[futaille]

Meanwhile, Grantaire is... chewing, and swallows after a bit. "Now, I'm French. I obviously do not disagree with wine and cheese on principle, but that was not my preferred vehicle for the combination."

[aflashbastard]

"That seemed delightful," Crowley says, dryly. He chooses his next beverage: peach schnapps, water, and cinnamon. Easy.

[futaille]

"You get fruit and cinnamon and I get cheese? Amazing." He draws his next. Triple sec, fruit punch, and dried pepper flakes. "Well. This is better, at least."

[aflashbastard]

"Spicy and tropical tend to go together well," Crowley says, helpfully. He produces both of their drinks and hands one to Grantaire, taking a sip of his. "Not bad."

[futaille]

"Yes, I don't think I'll have much quarrel with this one." He takes a drink. "Yes, it goes well enough together. Maybe a bit sweet, but the pepper helps."

[aflashbastard]

"Is there something that's going to be worse than what you drank, I'm wondering," Crowley says, drawing his next drink from the cups. Pinot Noir, Ginger Ale, and... Egg White. Interesting. Not terrible, but interesting.

[futaille]

"There has to be worse, right?" He laughs easily. "I mean, it was bad, don't mistake me, but the second you think there couldn't be anything worse, that's when worse happens." He draws his own. Blue curaçao, cream soda, and honey. "... And when you acknowledge that, you get something that sounds delicious."