You're gonna need vodka.

Driver moved.

Grenadine and ice mix.

True parts Vodka.

Mm.

Mhm.

Mm.

With one part vermouth, mhm filled with ice and stir before pouring into a martini glass.

Okay.

And then with the grenadine, you're gonna basically pour the entire fucking bottle into the martini.

And now you have my brand new cocktail, which I've called.

All my friends and boyfriends are dead.

Well, I have a couple of questions.

Oh, okay.

Hold on.

No, please don't.

And you can have the next one okay?

Not equipped to deal with this, you know?

Right?

But I've literally found one thing that makes that feel and go away.

What is a alcohol?

Why are you whispering?

Because it's a secret.

Can as I'm underage.

Don't tell anyone, though.