[ murphy does not notice vex trying to suffocate himself, thankfully, so it earns no commentary about what the fuck goes on in your head from second to second. instead, he's inspecting the bottles along the wall intently, looking for dark green, and the word 'absinthe'. ]

Like this? No... Or this? [ there's more than one dark green bottle, and the first few he finds have the wrong kind of label. one he pops the cap off, sniffs, makes a face, and immediately puts it back, cap off and all. its the apocalypse, who cares? ] Wait, wait. Here.

[ finally, we have a winner. a bottle that reads 'absinthe', with a little green fairy on it. pacing over to vex and his literal whiskey dick (or wine dick, whatever that bottle was), he takes a sniff of this one, and frowns. ] I don't actually know what black licorice smells like... this, right? What's so great about it?