Cécile Laucre was pacing her office. A demilitarised zone had built up between the two Icholasens. The economic situation was not looking good and the Nicoleizian people yearned to be one again. Was she strong enough to keep a lid on all the discontent in her fiefdom?
As a female tyrant, she put a certain feminine swing on things. And as such, she decided a cocktail soirée was the best way sure up international support.
Enter PUTINA.
‘You sent for me ma’am.’ The big boobed head of the Nicova (secret police) said.
‘Yes, Putina, we need to discuss the security arrangements for when the international community arrives at our cocktail soirée.’
‘Yes ma’am. I’ve arrested several journalists just to be sure.’
‘Thank you loyal Putina. I shall start designing the cocktail menu.’
Several days letter, at the Palace of the Republic, Putina surveyed where the party would take place. As she was in charge of the festivities and wanted to seem inconspicuous, she was also dressed in a beautiful dress. Which showed her two big melons.
The time for the non denominational secular winter holiday party had begun. The cocktail menu was as follows:
UNSR Mule: vodka, ginger beer, lime juice, mint
White Nicoleizian (why it gotta be white): vodka, coffee liqueur, cream
Long Island (the island in question being Icholasen) iced tea: vodka, tequila, triple sec, gin, cola