"Exchange of fluids. A good way of putting it, Brainy."
Ivar smirked as they made their way back to the hotel, taking the taxi which soon arrived at the entrance, both men then walking up to the Swede's bedroom and home distillery. Opening the door for his date, Ivar then stepped inside, closing the door behind them. The still was working away silently in the corner of the room with a pipe draped through a crack in the double balcony doors to let out the fumes.
"What do you think? The set-up was easy. Just a few items I got at junk shops around town."
LA was pretty good for finding what you needed to make your own homemade still. Ivar was proud of that fact as he went into the kitchen to get two clean glasses. Coming back he filled up Isamu's and his own glass with the latest batch of gut rot.
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Ivar smirked as they made their way back to the hotel, taking the taxi which soon arrived at the entrance, both men then walking up to the Swede's bedroom and home distillery. Opening the door for his date, Ivar then stepped inside, closing the door behind them. The still was working away silently in the corner of the room with a pipe draped through a crack in the double balcony doors to let out the fumes.
"What do you think? The set-up was easy. Just a few items I got at junk shops around town."
LA was pretty good for finding what you needed to make your own homemade still. Ivar was proud of that fact as he went into the kitchen to get two clean glasses. Coming back he filled up Isamu's and his own glass with the latest batch of gut rot.
"Tell me what you think."