Winked Olive Fizz
Pickled Teal bubbles, one orbiting cherry, and a dare printed under the coaster.
tastes like a secret handshakeA tavern for measurable oddities, open whenever the ice cubes start humming.
Pull the laminated tabs. Each one bends the room slightly.
The stool apologizes for its fourth leg.
Hover the bottles. No bottle admits what it is.
The needle overreacts. The bartender refuses to calibrate it.
Current reading: charmingly unlicensed.