Donal: Gunpowder gin! POW POW! I'm ready!
James: No, that's not what gunpowder gin is.
Donal: Isn't it? James: No
Donal: So if I don't light it on fire, it wont blow up like the old-timey West?
Aine: So is there no mixer in this, now?
James: OH!!! UGH!!! *coughs*
Elga: There's a nice lingering finish.
Kelli: Yeah, there you go, it's a smooth, smooth gin.
James: Oh. Donal: Man, it's so smooth.
James:Oh, is it? Look how smoothly it goes into your glass.
John: Mmm, thats good.
Aine: Jesus, that's lovely.
John: It's beautiful, isn't it?
Aine: That is so nice.
Elga: *Slurp* Ahh
Donal: I like it, it's very smooth.
James: Stop putting your arm around me!!
Donal: It's a habit.
John: Considering this is straight gin, I give it a solid 8.5
Aine: Geezus, he's generous. I'm not. I'm a picky bitch.
John: Mmm, mhm.
Donal: Ehh, I give it a good 8.
And I'm, you know, I'm very cynical about everything, so. Including numbers. Totally overused!
Kelli: Ohh, gee, oh no.
Donal: I'm so excited.
James: That's... I look at this and I think diarrhea.
John: Could you imagine being on a first date, like, "so tell me about yourself".
Aine: *laughs*
I'd go home with you. John: Would ya yeah? Aine: Yeah.
Donal: Oh my god, it's so good.
James: Oooh Donal: Words cannot express.
Kelli: It's not as fruity, and I feel like it's gonna be dangerous tomorrow.
Elga: Yeah, burns the stomach.
Kelli: Yeah...
The stomach wasn't what I was talking about.
Donal: I'd look like a badass drinking this, man, and then I just like, get a bite of the chili...
James: Yeah, you'd look like a badass, pinky out...
You mad bastard...
Aine: Are you gonna eat that chili? Don't eat that chili.
James: Eat the seeds, put one of the se.... oh god!
Aine:Are you gonna outdo your brother now? Cause he ate the whole chili, that's a lot of pressure.
John: But how can I outdo him, then? I'll just have to match him.
Donal: Oh, it's hot, it is hot.
Aine: Don't do it, John. I'm your friend.
Donal: God, it's really hot!!!
What is going on?
It's just getting hotter and hotter every bite I take.
Aine: Haha.
I can't.
James: Do you know what's cute?
Donal: What?
James: Chewing with your mouth closed.
Aine: Don't be rubbing your eyes or anything after that.
James: So before you cracked open a stir-fry into your drink, what would you have rated it?
Donal: Oh, like an 8.
Aine: This looks real nice and fancy.
James: Oh, that's... so good.
Kelli: 10/10 for this one, it's my favorite one, yeah.
Aine: Now I don't know why there's a f**king tree in me drink but..
Donal: Do you call it a herb (ûrb) or a herb (h-erb)? Because it's an herb (ûrb), but a herb (h-erb)
Aine: It's heaven in my mouth, like, it's actually really delicious.
Donal: It's still spelled h-e-r-b, but the way you pronounce it you go, an, you change your grammatical sentencing.
Aine: That's a 10.
Elga: I'll give it, 9.
Kelli: You're a hard woman to please.
James: *rattles glass*There's nothing left, this is my favorite.
Donal: Wait, what, are we done? There's only three?
Elga: Drumshanbo, it's in Leitrim! I'm from Leitrim. That's deadly.
John: I'd hang that on my wall now.
Aine: Yeah.*laughs*
John: With glass over it, frame it, and have it there.
Aine: That's something you'd see in some posh bitch's kitchen. Isn't it like?
Donal: *burps* Ahhhh.
James: Hahaha.
Donal: This is the uh, the uh... gunpowder tea.
James: What are you doing?!
Donal: Which looks like gunpowder, that's why they call it gunpowder tea.
Aine: Can I take some of them home? 'Cause like, I love tea.
Elga(from Leitrim): Anything from Leitrim... is awesome, despite what people say.
John: Final thoughts are!! Whoo.
Aine: Final thoughts.
Donal: I had a really nice time. Drank gin, made new friends, best friends, bezzy mates, you might say.
Kelli: It's fine, can someone get her a glass of water or something?
James: Did you just describe us as bezzy mates?
Donal: Yeah
James: We are acquaintances, at best
James: Can I also say thank you for pairing me up with the person who everyone thinks I'm in love with?
Donal: Apparently it wasn't me!
James: It's Davey (Davey Reilly)
Donal: In fairness I can't blame him. James: It was Davey Offscreen: I'm so sorry Donal.
James: Shot down. Donal: No, literally, first thing he came in. Who, aw, not that guy. *Cries*