[He does crack a smile at that, a low, ominous chuckle emanating from his throat.] Kukukuku, I suppose you could say that...
[Juggling all these bottles is a pain, but he manages to make it back down with a decent armful. Rather than hopping back to the customer side of the bar, he decides to pull up his chair on this end instead. He's totally old enough to be a bartender, and there aren't any cops around who can stop him.]
What I'm going for...? Hmm. None of those, preferably. [He doesn't actually like alcohol, let alone getting drunk. If it truly doesn't affect him at all he'd consider that the best outcome.] I was curious. It seemed unusual, so I tested a hypothesis. I don't think this is actually alcohol at all.
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[Juggling all these bottles is a pain, but he manages to make it back down with a decent armful. Rather than hopping back to the customer side of the bar, he decides to pull up his chair on this end instead. He's totally old enough to be a bartender, and there aren't any cops around who can stop him.]
What I'm going for...? Hmm. None of those, preferably. [He doesn't actually like alcohol, let alone getting drunk. If it truly doesn't affect him at all he'd consider that the best outcome.] I was curious. It seemed unusual, so I tested a hypothesis. I don't think this is actually alcohol at all.