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…?
“Now remember to take your ti-” she stopped mid-sentence as he gulped down the entire drink in one go. Her jaw was still hanging like a wooden dummy. “Did you jus- you weren’t suppose-”
She flinched as the Repairman jolted up. “Now, just relax-”
Too late. He looked as if he’d had too many. This had never happened before. “Okay, um. Explain to me what you’re seeing!”
He was shaking even more rapidly now. He tried to maintain eye contact with Angie, but that was hard to do when there were apparently more flashing colors than a rave in the Problem Solverz universe. On top of that, he found himself unable to blink.
“I see-see-see-see LOUD!” the Repairman managed to say, before falling into a giggling fit. “Y-Y-Y-YES! A-HA-HA!”
His siren light popped out, but instead of being its normal blinking red light, it was a rapidly-moving barber pole, with colors constantly shifting. His shaking became worse still, and he was visibly sweating as ink droplets were flung every which way.
“Nnnnnnnn….”
And then he fell silent, as his vibrations seemed to slow a little. He was still seeing more color, but…was it calming a little…?
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