Oldest Employee in Drinkadoo

Jonah was beginning to visibly shake now. She took a few steps left, then a few right, and began holding herself up. “Everyone is so worried. Worried worried worried. Well, I’m not! No sir! Harry, will you please stop saying ‘fuck’ so much? Oh Harry, it’s alright!” Jonah screamed out to no one in particular. The bottle of super rare whiskey fell from her hand and spilled out onto the grass, promptly causing the well tended lawn to turn a deep shade of brown. Remus had awoken now as well. “Yessir, looks like I added too much of the wormwood and paint thinner to it. Can’t be sure though. Never tried it myself. I just thought up a recipe that sounded good and bottled it. Guess I better get this old still working again.” Remus ruminated. Jonah doubled over and promptly vomited. Then began to walk away as if in some kind of trance. “Well, I suppose it’ll be a while before she comes out of that spell. Perhaps we had best move on without her? I’ll make sure someone takes her up to the surface once she feels able. Here, I shall call us a ride to our final destination.” Ole Grandpa said as he pulled out some sort of radio device and walked away for a brief moment. Chatpers and Gerry stood by Remus, who was beginning to build a fire underneath the pot. “So, ah, how do you like working here?” Gerry asked. “Eh?” Remus replied. “He asked you how you like working here. How much do you get paid? What are the benefits? You’re his oldest employee, so what kind of perks are there?” Chatpers asked. Gerry and Remus both turned to stare at the little boy for a moment, who was still looking straight at Remus. “Well now young feller. I don’t particularly get paid all that much. Actually, Ole Grandpa just sorta gives us food and a place to bed, plus all the booze we can drink. That’s about it, really. As fer benefits…well, there been plenty other folks working ‘fore me. But on account of the drinking and all, no one ever gets to bothering about it that much. Most folks tend to just sorta wander off or get killed doing somethin’ drunk. We all have a big party for em and then, y’know, go back to drinking as usual. Speaking of, I feel a mighty need for some whiskey before I go about moon shining again. I’ll see you fellers around.”