Jonah's Expensive Tastes

All the contestants gathered around an old man, who was snoozing next to a still that looked like it had been out of use for some time. Next to him, lying corked and a little dusty, was a bottle of whiskey. There was nothing particularly remarkable about it in shade or hue, and yet somehow Jonah instinctively knew what it was. “It’s rare? How rare? What year is it? How many people can afford it?” She asked, all trace of her drunken state removed with the adrenaline of discovering this rarest of rare whiskeys. “Why, that is the only bottle in existence as far as I know. It was brewed by the oldest employee here, old Remus whom you see before you. Back when he worked it was agreed by everyone that he was the finest brewer in Drinkadoo, so I set him to the task of drafting a recipe for a finer and better grade of whiskey than had ever been produced. After spending nearly seven years experimenting and brewing, he produced that bottle of whiskey and promptly refused to make another drop.” Ole Grandpa lectured. Little Chatpers had sat on the ground cross-legged and gave his most rapt face, while Jonah’s eyes grew bigger and bigger at the tale. “I simply must have it!” Jonah cried out. Ole Grandpa seemed a bit confused for a moment and then shook his head. “I simply can’t my dear. I’m saving it for any potential financial problems that may arise, a sort of investment. Even if I were going to sell it, the bottle would go for a fortune an-“ Jonah cut him off with a loud ‘DONE!’ before snatching the bottle up and uncorking it. A small hiss escaped as the ancient air and potent brew’s odor released. Before anyone could say a word Jonah inhaled deeply and then took a deep swig of the bottle. “Mmmm….delicious! Oh just wait until I tell the girls! They’ll be so jealous! Imagine, a brand of whiskey so rare that only I have tasted it! Why, I could call on anyone and bring this over. The White House, Hollywood…I, with the only bottle of Ole Grandpa’s super ra-“ Jonah’s ramblings were interrupted as her voice almost seemed to catch in her throat. Gerry could’ve sworn that her pupils dilated for a moment, then shrank, than grew large again. Her face flushed, then became spotty, then a pale shade. She whirled behind her as if she had heard a startling sound, looked up at the sky, then down at her feet. “Hey, are you ok? Ole Grandpa, it looks like that whiskey is making her feel a little funny.” Gerry commented as he took a few steps towards her. She wheeled on him and he could see in her eyes that she had no idea who he was. “Oh my, it would appear Remus might’ve not quite perfected the recipe after all.” Ole Grandpa commented.