[ The sheet shakes the bottle and Julie literally jumps away, covers her head to protect it. She has experience with volatile elements in places that they absolutely should not be, and it's not good experience. Once satisfied that the fire balls are not coming at her to burn her alive, she stops cowering and gawks, expression clear that she thinks this is among the most incredibly stupid things she has ever heard. ]
What the fuck are you talkin' about? I said Fireball, not balls of fire. [ Steven, ever directed by her thoughts, helpfully supplies a bottle of the liquor in question. It is, very clearly, not made of actual fire. ] It's cinnamon whiskey. Why the hell would I want actual fire at a party?
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What the fuck are you talkin' about? I said Fireball, not balls of fire. [ Steven, ever directed by her thoughts, helpfully supplies a bottle of the liquor in question. It is, very clearly, not made of actual fire. ] It's cinnamon whiskey. Why the hell would I want actual fire at a party?