In anticipation, I confiscated the PoitÃn and the Absinthe.
There has been far too much of that nonsense lately.
This did not make things any less intense.
The gremlins remain vociferously opinionated about cocktails.
Nobody asked.
Declarations are underway regardless.
Simon fell asleep cuddling napkins after 3 daiquiris and a cherry brandy with lime.
Simon has zero regrets.