He leans over the bar ever so slightly and asks, ??What do you recommend I have to drink???
I want to tell him a blowjob will suffice, but guys like Mag won??t find it funny. Instead, I tell him, ??A lightning bolt.??
He squints, purses his lips. ??What the fuck is that???
??Grey Goose, a splash of Sprite, ice, and a slice of lemon or lime, your choice. Or you can have the Dixie chicks floating around here.??
??It doesn??t sound so bad. I??ll trust you and have one.??
??The Dixie chicks or the drink??? I play.
??The drink.?? He chortles. ??But I??ll keep the country girls in mind.??
??You won??t be disappointed by the drink, Mag.??
Although he might when he finds out from his fellow athletes that the drink is bogus, a concoction inside the folds of my creative mind. The recipe will never??not in a million years??be discovered in any book since I make it up on the spot.
He wants to know my name, so I tell him, ??Brett Bett.??