Had been chatting with @permanentberry about the concept of berries starting to get permanently tipsy and drunk if they go too long without being juice, the juice turning to wine inside their bodies and all. This naturally led to the idea of bars that employ berries and sell their wine, treating each berry like a keg and their juice as their own vintage?? And just??? I’m gonna do this in bullet points cause I guess that’s what I do
Having berries try and get you to try them out from behind the bar. Some practically cat calling and flirting with you in hopes you’ll give them a taste, others practically begging to just be juiced already, and others who’re earnestly way way too into being a wine keg. Giving you tasting notes and a full breakdown that they seemingly have memorized despite also being absolutely wasted.
Berries being packed together on massive racks behind the bar, squishing together and constantly brushing against one another. One berry feels their neighbor’s hand just uselessly flapping on their left, while on their right they feel another keg swelling with more juice as they press against their side with a muffled moan.
Sommeliers telling patrons about each berry, offering samples while the berry behind them is flushed a deep purple as the sommelier breaks down how their arousal affects the profile of the wine.
A particularly well-off socialite woman renting an entire berry keg from the bar for a massive party. Showing up the day before claiming she wants to taste test each berry personally to make sure they’re the best fit for her guests, but honestly she’s just trying to pick out whichever berry is gonna be the most embarrassed being the centerpiece at the function. Flash forward to a whimpering keg struggling to hide each quiet whimper whenever a guest juices them, listening as conversations all around them center around how massive they are. They’re absolutely relieved the flush of their face is hidden due to their head being practically sunken into the rest of them.
A berry who purposefully refuses to be juiced so they get a free stay at the local bar, getting people’s (and fellow kegs) numbers, getting free snacks, and even getting a cut of some if the profits their wine makes. I mean, sure, they’ll have a wicked hangover afterwards and phone numbers written on their body that they just don’t remember, but it beats having to waddle to the juice clinic instead.
Similarly, someone refusing to take their partner to the clinic and watching their thoughts get fuzzy as they steadily go from sober, to tipsy, to drunk over the course of a few days as they grow. They’re usually pretty good at waddling around as a berry, but getting drunk doesn’t mesh well and their partner always find them rolled over on their side, struggling to right themselves in a huffy mess.
Berry Keg Stand. Just gonna leave that concept there on its own and let everyone fill in the blanks.
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