König, walking up to Bee’s house with like three jugs of Moonshine: What the fuck is this and why did I buy it off that nun?
König sets a jug of water in front of you. As if you're going to know what to do with it. You look up at him, he looks down at you. You look at the jug.
"What is it?" You ask, not sure he's going to come out and tell you if you don't.
"Moonshine," König replies. You frown, and pop the lever at the top. You sniff it and nearly gag, your eyes watering a little. König's eyes widen a little, like he hadn't been expecting that reaction and picks up the jug to inspect himself. You grab a shot glass from the cabinet and a coke from the fridge just in time to see König sniff the bottle and jerk it away from himself almost immediately.
You laugh and set the shot glass on the table, trading König the coke for the moonshine. He twists the cap off with ease as you pour yourself a shot.
"Where'd you get this? I didn't think there was a liquor store nearby." You settle the jug on your kitchen table, and eye the shot.
"A nun." You glance at König, sure you heard him wrong.
"A nun." You clarify. He nods.
"Ja, a nun," He gestures around his head, imitating a nun's habit. You... have honestly heard worse. Alright nuns with booze, you can get on board with that. You think you've heard of nuns growing weed, this seems tamer.
You grip the shot glass between two fingers and tap it on the table before tossing it back. God Damn it burns like nothing you've ever drank before. Save maybe the everclear you had in college. It's just a step better than drinking straight paint thinner. You cover your mouth to cough, setting down the shot glass and reaching to take your coke from König. He seems concerned, brows drawn together as you swallow down nearly the whole soda.
You finally set your chaser back on the table, and pour König a shot in the same glass. Whatever the alcohol content of this crystal devil is you don't know, but you can feel it making your head warm already. You push the shot towards König, his fingers positively dwarf the glass. You look away as he pulls his bandana down, you figure that's polite.
"How much did the nun charge you?" You ask, hearing the glass clink against the table, König's quiet swallow.
"Probably too much," He says without a hint of tremor in his voice, you ignore how that makes the heat in your head move south, "She was a very pushy nun."
the first evil dead is good bc its a good movie. the fx and ingenuity put together creates a masterpiece of creativity and splendour, the second evil dead is good for the same reasons but bruce campell is unbelievable levels of hot 🥵