Flavor Breakdown
👽 FLV Milk & Honey - The strange creamy center that smooths the whole drink and leaves a soft honeyed finish
👽 FLV Blue Razz - Brings the bright, electric fruit that makes Quizzlejanx look and taste like trouble
👽 FLV Citrus Soda - Adds the fizzy citrus lift that keeps the fruit sharp and the cream from getting heavy
👽 SSA Juicy Lemon - Pushes the sparkle brighter with a fresh, tart lemon edge
👽 TFA Kentucky Bourbon - Slips underneath the fizz with a warm boozy note and gives the sweetness a darker backbone
👽 TFA Vanillin 10% - Quietly smooths the transition from tart fruit to creamy finish
👽 CAP Super Sweet - Turns the whole glass up a notch—because subtlety probably wasn’t involved that night

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I remember it like it was yesterday. At least I remember how it started . .

I was on a slow-moving transport to an extraction job on Drelvos-6. The last night of the trip, I went down to the Cantina on Deck Seven to grab a bite to eat, and that’s when she first caught my eye. I was tapping my OmniPass against the reader to pay my bill when I saw her walking toward me with two tall glasses of electric-blue trouble. She said “Leaving so soon? I’m Vexxa and I’d love it if you stayed long enough to share a Quizzlejanx with me.” She was stunning, so of course I stayed.

I raised the glass to my lips. It started bright and sweet, all electric fruit and sharp citrus fizz, then warmed into something boozy before settling into a strange, smooth wash of cream that somehow made the whole ridiculous thing work. I don’t remember finishing the first one - but apparently I did, along with quite a few more after that.

The next day I woke up in a dimly lit corner of the Drelvos-6 Transport Depot. My head was throbbing, my vision was blurry, and around my neck hung a cheap little medal stamped THIRD PLACE. I smelled burnt banana bread and wondered where it was coming from before I realized the aroma was coming from me. I was wearing a backpack. Inside were nine mismatched shoes, six Tootsie Roll wrappers, and a snow globe. I noticed the holster on my hip. Instead of a gun, it held a nearly empty bottle of ketchup. By then, the transport was already gone, carrying Vexxa - and any chance of getting answers - off to some distant outpost.

My OmniPass was beeping, so I checked the alerts. Apparently I’d run up 384 credits at the Cantina, spent another 148 at Bonko’s Widget Emporium, and somehow received 225 credits from Fribble Kordax for “services rendered.” I'd also spent 275 credits at Zarvik’s Tattoo Parlor and, for reasons I didn’t particularly want explained, 42 credits for “livestock handling.” I stared at that one for a while.

Eventually nature called, so I stumbled into the washroom, reached for my zipper, and discovered my pants were on backwards. While fixing them, I noticed my shirt was buttoned crooked too. I started straightening it out. And that’s when I saw the fresh tattoo stretched across my chest. V-E-X-X-A. I screamed. And when I opened my mouth, I discovered my tongue was stained electric blue.

Some drinks leave memories - Quizzlejanx leaves evidence