"You’ll drink whatever the hell I tell you to drink."
The bartender grins as she leans over the taps to chastise me. She isn’t sheepish – rather, she maintains an air of authority as she finishes filling a glass with an adjacent beer to the Nickelbrook variety I had requested. My neighbour, who seems better acquainted with the bartender than, I leans over. “You’d better just drink it, I think she’s in a mood,” he suggests with a knowing smirk, although the bartender is already filling a glass from the correct tap.
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