Ryan would call everything the mind eraser shot though. Would do his level best to make each shot so potent that the drinkers have no idea he’s just splashing everything he can find into the glass and calling it a day. Weirdly enough, as Ryan’s life goes, he ends up being a super popular bartender. The drinks he makes all have a personal twist (aka Ryan is flat out making them wrong because what the hell is an orgasm anyway, why do so many of these have sexual names, are people flirting with him or ordering? Oh god) and his signature shot becomes a thing of nightclub legend. The rest of the crew have way too much fun eavesdropping on Ryan’s adoring fans, half head over heels in love with him, cooing about the way he huffs and fusses and forces bottles of water into drunken hands, for a moment far more disapproving mother than merciless killer.