Behind the long bar in the villa's living room, Louise personally made a Swollen Screw cocktail for Martin and placed it in front of him.
Martin picked it up and took a sip, saying, "Your skills have improved a lot."
"It's not as good as the drinks you make." Louise raised her long eyebrows. "I still remember the Penicillin you made for me in Atlanta, so wonderful it was, it cured a drunkard's soul."
Martin understood the compliment and moved behind the bar, picking up a brand-new cocktail shaker and mixing a glass of Penicillin.
Louise took it, took a sip, and as the liquid ran over every taste bud, it stimulated her nerves, as if something exploded in her mouth.
She slowly closed her eyes, savoring the sensation, and said, "The expansion and spiciness, like a massive thing suddenly pushed into you, then become round, mellow and sweet. The bloating and impact feel as powerful as before!"
Martin picked up his own glass, clinking it against Louise's. "As long as you like it."
