Innkeeper
You head down to the cellar and start constructing your still while trying to remember everything you learned in those chemistry classes. The main thing is to make something strong that isn't going to make folks go blind.
You work on it over the course of several days during your spare time as the real alcohol supply dwindles down. Eventually after a mixture of sugar, yeast, potatoes and bunch of other stuff you've taken from the garbage, you're fairly confident you've made enough of this stuff to last you by the time you get the proper shipment.
You haven't exactly been telling your mother what you've been doing, but the smell has been getting to the point that it's starting to invade the kitchen.
"Ugh! It smells awful down here, and I hope you aren't doing what I think you're doing."
"I had to, besides it's finished now and I think this batch has come out pretty good."
"Smells like rotting garbage!"
"Well some of it is, but trust me I think this will tide us over."
Hoping for the best, you and your mother release this new brew to the clientele. You do have the decency to warn them that it's new, but they're always willing to try anything once.
The moonshine brew goes over well, more or less. A few think it's a lot more bitter, but it's not enough to drive anyone away since they're all getting drunk at a quicker rate.
Mr. Reynolds receives his payment and by the end of the month you've got your usual shipment. The problem is you won't be saving money like you were going to while Calwin was your supplier. Your nice rooms haven't really been helping like you thought they might and while you can keep on this way, you're never really going to get ahead.
The thought of continuing to work here any longer is disheartening to you. Maybe you're just being impatient, but after all the problems and headaches you've encountered you really don't feel like dealing with this job anymore, especially not when there is potential danger constantly looming overhead. You're ready to tell your mother to just sell the place.
The only other thing you can think of to cut costs to a degree that will speed up the process is to continue using the still and not bother with buying from the Klyton supplier in the future.
You work on it over the course of several days during your spare time as the real alcohol supply dwindles down. Eventually after a mixture of sugar, yeast, potatoes and bunch of other stuff you've taken from the garbage, you're fairly confident you've made enough of this stuff to last you by the time you get the proper shipment.
You haven't exactly been telling your mother what you've been doing, but the smell has been getting to the point that it's starting to invade the kitchen.
"Ugh! It smells awful down here, and I hope you aren't doing what I think you're doing."
"I had to, besides it's finished now and I think this batch has come out pretty good."
"Smells like rotting garbage!"
"Well some of it is, but trust me I think this will tide us over."
Hoping for the best, you and your mother release this new brew to the clientele. You do have the decency to warn them that it's new, but they're always willing to try anything once.
The moonshine brew goes over well, more or less. A few think it's a lot more bitter, but it's not enough to drive anyone away since they're all getting drunk at a quicker rate.
Mr. Reynolds receives his payment and by the end of the month you've got your usual shipment. The problem is you won't be saving money like you were going to while Calwin was your supplier. Your nice rooms haven't really been helping like you thought they might and while you can keep on this way, you're never really going to get ahead.
The thought of continuing to work here any longer is disheartening to you. Maybe you're just being impatient, but after all the problems and headaches you've encountered you really don't feel like dealing with this job anymore, especially not when there is potential danger constantly looming overhead. You're ready to tell your mother to just sell the place.
The only other thing you can think of to cut costs to a degree that will speed up the process is to continue using the still and not bother with buying from the Klyton supplier in the future.