Absinthe Slushies:
An Ode to Frozen Green Fairy Wine
(A new chapter for “The City of The Slushies” saga…)

Absinthe Slushies: An Ode to Frozen Green Fairy Wine

(A new chapter for “The City of The Slushies” saga…)

🌸{A Pink Necromancer Prosimetrum Story Poem} 🦄🌸

“Wine Slushie?” GhoulSpawn asked. “Really?”

GhoulSpawn folded his arms and wrinkled his nose in disgust. He was not amused.

“The wine numbs the brain so you don’t feel the brain freeze,” BoomFuzzy said smiling.

“Alcohol is bad for your health.”

“Ah! But I am dead, so what my health matter? Ya forget I is a Lich!”

“Quaraun’s not dead and he drinks every thing you make.”

“Him is Elf. They donna get drunk in same way Humans do. He can drink gallons of this stuff afore it effect him.”

Quaraun walked up to the food truck just then.

“Are you two arguing again?”

“Of course!” BoomFuzzy chirped cheerfully.

“You sound like that’s a good thing,” GhoulSpawn said.

“Annoying the Goat is fun,” BoomFuzzy said to Quaraun, completely ignoring that GhoulSpawn had said anything.

“I’m a Sheep!” GhoulSpawn yelled, stamping his gold painted cloven hoof for emphasis.

“See? And it so easy too!”

“Quaraun?” GhoulSpawn pleaded.

Quaraun shrugged and kept on going.

“He’s a Faerie, Glinta,” Quaraun called as he draped a pink velvet quilt over the seat of nearby table. “It’s what they do.”

“I am a Phooka,” BoomFuzzy corrected.

“That IS a type of Faerie,” Quaraun said as he set up his writing equipment.

“I thought you was a Unicorn?” GhoulSpawn said.

“I am a Phooka and therefore I can be whatever I want, whenever I want.”

The day continued on, with BoomFuzzy cooking and GhoulSpawn tending to serving the customers who arrived at the food truck.

The salty tang of the ocean breeze mingled with the sweet, licorice scent of absinthe as BoomFuzzy ladled vibrant green slush into a frosty plastic cup. His food truck, a whimsically painted contraption with a cartoonish depiction of a grinning skull and crossbones made from spoons and spatulas, sat parked on the edge of the rocky beach. Above the truck, a handmade wooden sign swung precariously in the breeze, advertising Absinthe Slushies in a bright, swirly font that looked like it belonged in a 1960s head shop.

BoomFuzzy, with his long grey dreadlocks interwoven with purple cloutie ribbons, deftly secured the lid on the cup and handed it to a nervous young man who looked like he wasn’t entirely sure he should drink something so vibrantly green.

“Cheers, laddie. Ye’ll no be disappointed. Nothin’ beats a slushie ta cool ye down,” BoomFuzzy declared, his voice thick with a Scottish brogue clashed with his Papua New Guinean features.

“Uh… thanks,” the man mumbled, clutching the cup like it might bite him. He hurried off toward the water, where a dismal grey fog clung to the waves like a ghost’s shroud.

“Ye’d think he never seen a green drink afore,” BoomFuzzy chuckled to himself, reaching for the next cup.

“You really shouldn’t be using wine in those,” came GhoulSpawn’s voice from behind him, mild and dripping with disapproval.

BoomFuzzy turned to see GhoulSpawn leaning against the side of the truck, his long orange robes fluttering in the breeze like autumn leaves caught in a current. His green velvet frock coat swayed around his legs, nearly obscuring the golden fleece that peeked out from beneath.

“Tis no’ wine, it’s absinthe,” BoomFuzzy retorted, an impish grin playing on his lips as he stirred the icy mixture in the slushie machine.

“Absinthe IS wine. And it’s worse when YOU make it. You soak your sugar cubes in LSD before pouring the water over them!”

“Ah! Gives me drinks more kick!”

“You added boba pearls made out of opium pearls.”

“I knows I did!” BoomFuzzy chirped cheerfully as he plopped a Fly Agaric mushroom into the top of the slushie machine.

“Are you trying to kill your customers?”

“I is evil Necromancer. Or dids ya forget that bit?”

“Humans think they are getting Absinthe. This is… is… is…”

“Green Fairy Wine. Authentic. Made by real UnSeelie Court Faeries. If Humans were smart, they’d know not to accept food from Faeries.”

“So your logic is that if they are too stupid to know not to eat Fae food, then they deserve what they get?”

BoomFuzzy nodded.

“You know, I thought Faeries were supposed to be nice?”

“Cutsy wootsy prissy arsed Flower Fairies maybe. I is a Phooka. And ye ken fine well, it’s a grand tradition among us necromancers. Plus Elves love it.”

“I know what it is,” GhoulSpawn replied, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “But some people might be allergic to wormwood or… or anise! Or grapes! Or — “

BoomFuzzy laughed, a deep, rich sound resonated with the distant rumble of the waves. “Relax, Goat…”

“I’m a Sheep.”

“Aye. It’s no’ like Ah’m pourin’ hemlock in their cups.”

BoomFuzzy immediately dropped a handful of hemlock in the slushie machine.

“No. No. Not in the cups,” GhoulSpawn said sarcastically. “Just in the machine.”

“Aye! Be plenty in the machine. No need to put it in the cups. Besides, ye ken what Quaraun likes ta drink.”

GhoulSpawn’s anxious expression softened slightly as he cast a glance toward a nearby picnic table where Quaraun sat, hunched over a sheaf of parchment. The Moon Elf was dressed in his usual resplendent pink silks, his silver Rapunzel hair cascading over one shoulder as he scribbled furiously with a quill pen.

Quaraun’s cane leaned against the table, and his eyes, blue and icy as a winter sky, flicked across the page, lost in the world he was creating with his words. A slight smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. The Pink Necromancer found quiet amusement in something only he could see.

“He’s writing again,” GhoulSpawn observed, more to himself than to BoomFuzzy.

“Aye,” BoomFuzzy said, pouring another slushie and setting it aside for his husband. “He’s been workin’ on that poem for days now. ‘An Ode to Green Fairy Wine’ he calls it. Got that faraway look in his eyes, like he’s been talkin’ tae spirits again.”

Quaraun’s quill scratched against the paper, the only sound aside from the murmur of the waves and the occasional shriek of a seabird. His lips moved silently as he wrote, the words flowing from his mind like a river of absinthe, swirling and eddying in psychedelic patterns.

An Ode to Green Fairy Wine

by Quaraun

The green waves ripple, liquid dreams, 
Puissant spirits in bottles of flame, 
We sail on the breath of lime and mint, 
Where silver clouds kiss the azure sky, 
And time unfurls in ribbons of jade.

The fairy’s wings flutter in the fog, 
Gossamer threads of vermilion haze, 
The eldritch puce monster drinks with glee, 
A straw in its maw, slurping the slush, 
On Noodle Beach, where reality bends.

Sapphire sands, with whispers of pine, 
In shadowed groves, where wildflowers sigh, 
The moon, fractured, a beacon of glass, 
Guides us through this shimmering realm, 
To the shores where fairies weep green tears.

We dance on the edge of twilight’s shore, 
Where kelp and coral entwine our feet, 
The sea, a churning chalice of dreams, 
And we drink deep from the slush of time, 
As the eldritch monster sings lullabies.

In the depths of night, where stars dissolve, 
The green wine flows, a river of light, 
Through caverns of thought, where shadows play, 
And we, the lost, find solace in its glow, 
On Noodle Beach, beneath the puce moon.

“That poem’s nae bad,” BoomFuzzy remarked as he glanced over Quaraun’s shoulder, admiring the elegant script, that he could not see. “Ye’ve got a way wi’ words, me love.”

“Unicorn,” Quaraun said without looking up. “You are both blind and illiterate. Even if you could see the words, you could not read them. You have not got a clue what I wrote.”

“Might have tae name a slushie after ye.”

Quaraun looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly as he met BoomFuzzy’s gaze.

“If you put wine in it, you will.”

“Aye, aye, wine it is,” BoomFuzzy said with a chuckle, sliding the slushie across the table toward Quaraun. “On the house.”

Quaraun accepted the cup without a word, returning to his poem as the sound of BoomFuzzy’s laughter mingled with the crashing waves.

“What’s this?” Quaraun asked, picking up the toxic lime green slushie.

“Frozen Absinthe,” BoomFuzzy said. “Ghouly does not approve.”

Quaraun brought the slushy to his lips, pausing just as the icy bitterness touched his tongue.

“Glinta never approves of anything,” he said, taking a sip.

The frigid absinthe sent a shiver down his spine, followed by the familiar numbing warmth spreading through his veins. He let out a content sigh.

“This is good.”

“See? Me wee pink JellyElf likes it,” BoomFuzzy said, smirking at GhoulSpawn.

GhoulSpawn huffed, his yellow eyes narrowing behind his glasses.

“It’s still unhealthy,” he muttered, but the argument had already drained from his voice.

Quaraun settled back into his pink velvet-draped chair, cradling the slushy in his delicate hands.

“You should learn to relax, Glinta. Not everything is a scientific debate.”

BoomFuzzy sidled up to Quaraun, his fingers brushing against Quaraun’s shoulder.

“Aye, Ghouly, relax. Life’s too short to be so uptight.”

“Life’s too short? For us?” GhoulSpawn retorted, though his tone was more weary than accusatory. He slumped into a chair opposite them, the wood creaking under his weight. “Some of us are still alive and want to stay that way.”

Quaraun looked over at GhoulSpawn, his expression softening.

“We all have our vices, Glinta. Yours just happens to be worrying.”

BoomFuzzy chuckled, the sound rich and velvety.

“And my vice is annoying you, Goat.”

GhoulSpawn sighed, but a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

“I’m a Sheep,” he repeated, almost automatically.

Quaraun took another sip of his slushy, the bitter sweetness mingling with the cold numbness spreading through his mouth.

“And mine,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Is loving you both.”

GhoulSpawn continued to hover near the truck, his worry lines deepening as he watched a new customer approach.

“Is it really safe to drink this?” the man asked, eyeing the slushie machine with suspicion.

BoomFuzzy grinned, his clouded silver eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Safe as Noodle Beach on a full moon night.”

The Pink Necromancer, Moon Elf silk weaver & merchant: Quaraun on Noodle Beach. His master chef Phooka turned Lich husband: BoomFuzzy with his 1968 VW Bus Beach Noodle Food Truck. And their on again/off again mad scientist Sheep Demon lover: GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. Time Travel setting swings back and forth between 40th century Maine after a comet hit the moon decimating the planet, and the 1970s, Maine. Quaraun in the main character, he and BoomFuzzy are a married gay couple. GhoulSpawn is their shared live-in lover. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.

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Includes the following stories: Wishing For Lobster Rolls: A Lesson In Why One Never Makes Wishes In The Presence of Wizards The Food Truck's Warm Protective Embrace Absinthe Slushies: An Ode to Frozen Green Fairy Wine Sticky Rice, Bare Fingers, and Slippery Chopsticks Kiss Me FA: Just Another Day in the Ice-Laced Ruins of The GodForsaken City The Bridge of Doom Zwodder: A Drowsy Stupid State of Mind Head Cheese: A Story of Cauliflower, Cruelty, and Carnage Apple Tart and Stargazing Sheer Terror: Rotten Fruit The Candy Corn Cult Vendetta over Vittles Coleslaw To Go With the Lobster Rolls, of Course! BoomFuzzy's Chowder Dilemma Eels Beneath the Ice Why You Should Never Insult the JellyElf in a Street Market Blueberries and Bravado The Curse of the Cloaked Crustacean Dystopia, Doom, and Dark Romance with Custard Pastries in the Parking Lot Snowstorm Sabotage Sea Slugs and Clam Chowder Bread Bowls The Price of Generosity A Mess of Porridge Chocolate Bliss Springtime by the River Springtime by the River: Evening Stolen Midnight Magic Cracked Carnival The Apple Stall in 3 Perspectives Chocolate in the Neon Shadows Mint, Madness, and Motor Parts Spinning Dreams in Silk Quaraun & BoomFuzzy: The Ultimate Power Couple

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