She shrugged, smirking to herself. “Whatever floats your boat.”

After
mixing everything together, the final touches were added. Angie topped
the shotgun elixir with whipped cream and drizzle of chocolate. Once
everything was set, she put a plastic top on, grabbed a straw, and
headed over to the repairman’s table.

“Thank you,” he nodded, taking the cup gratefully. He took a moment to stare at his drink. Why was it called “the Shotgun”…? He shrugged, and the straw bulged as he managed to suck up the whole thing in one gulp.

The veins seemed to fade from his eyes, which regained their normal blank whiteness. He sighed in relief.

And jolted upright. His eyes seemed…just a little bit too wide. He leaned forward to steady himself on the table as he started to shake uncontrollably. Occasionally he twitched, with an odd clicking noise.

Wait, were flashes of color appearing in his eyes…?