“How did you want to do this?!” Logan looked at the job before them.
“I’m not sure. It’s delicate work, and I’m not sure I have the hands to do it.”
“Sure you do, Pete. Just take a deep breath,”Logan shared a sharp intake of air and let it out slowly. A bead of sweat poured from his brows, and down the side of his stubbled face, “Now, pick up it up, slowly.”
Pete shook his head, “No way, man. You should be doing this. It was your idea!”
“This is on both of us, Pete,” Logan nodded, “You can do this. Now pick it up, and for God’s sake, don’t spill any.”
Pete reached for a jar, and poured the clear solution into the jar, ever so carefully, his hands, surprisingly steady. He shut one eye and measured the meniscus.
“This is delicate chemistry, Logan. We’re not qualified!”
“What do you mean? Not qualified.We’re totally qualified”
Pete reached for the next ingredient and poured turning the clear concoction to pure crimson.
“What are you guys doing?’ Amy asked.
“Making the perfect Bloody Mary!” Pete beamed.