It is, indeed, absinthe. And the spoon, indeed, is silver.
And then there's someone in the chair, a knotted muscular figure eight feet in height and almost twice as broad as a normal human form, clad in thick black leather and an opaque helmet of black glass with horns rising from its temples.
Zir voice is a staticky growl, polyphonic and distorted.
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And then there's someone in the chair, a knotted muscular figure eight feet in height and almost twice as broad as a normal human form, clad in thick black leather and an opaque helmet of black glass with horns rising from its temples.
Zir voice is a staticky growl, polyphonic and distorted.
THAT IS THE IDEA.