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"One part Atocha Gold Spiced Rum, two parts Coke, spritz of lime juice, over ice in a tall glass," Elijah chants repeatedly, because if he forgets he'll feel real fucking stupid. He continues to chant, spinning around the kitchen and raiding cabinets for glasses, so distracted that he doesn't look up and smacks right into Sean's chest and drops the lime juice. "New tune?" Sean says sarcastically, a grin spreading his lips. Elijah makes a face. "Okay, so I don't know how to make boat drinks," he admits. "You'll have to make it up to me," Sean replies, still grinning. |