>>6141116The words rush out of your mouth like cockroaches fleeing a beam of light–each syllable spoken cool and composed like you were an actor in an old-timey movie or a spy flick… while you struggle to figure out where the words came from, everyone else stares your way like you just grew horns!
“That’s a new one…” Remarks Ma while Volka and TT search you with wide eyes, “How do ya’ make it?”
You have no clue–that’s what you plan on saying, at least!
<span class="mu-r">Two parts Skog Futskaa, one part Rimber, a dash of Otz and a kiss of Meetz leaf on top… shaken, of course.</span>
Based on Ma’s expression, you can’t tell if she wants to club you or kiss you… but as she gets to work on the drink you can see a faint twinkle in her eye like an artist beginning to see a statue emerge from the marble!
Coming to life amidst a chorus of hisses and gurgles, the drink is placed in front of you with a definitive ‘<span class="mu-s">CLUNK</span>’ on the wood bar–its effervescent contents tickling your nose as you draw close!
“Hope ya’ don’t mind I made one fer’ myself.” Before you can reply, you feel another tankard clink against your own before it’s lifted up to the old Skog’s mouth! “Don’t just sit there, kid–when a lady taps your glass, ya’ drink! Now down the hatch!”
She doesn’t have to tell you twice! Bringing the hissing mug close, you can’t help but wince a bit as its fizzy contents burn your lips! With one deep steadying breath, you take as big of a swig as you can muster and…
Oh my <span class="mu-s">GOD!</span>
The flavor is… well, it’s not of this world! Or <span class="mu-i">YOUR</span> world, for that matter! It’s boozy, yea, so much so that you feel your eyes spinning in their sockets, but the taste–it’s like being wrapped up in a warm blanket on Christmas morning… in Tahiti! On the beach! You have no clue what the hell Rimber is, or a Meetz leaf, but one thing’s for certain–you could drink this stuff til you die!
Slowly recovering from the kick in the mouth, you look over to find Ma going through a similar come-to-God experience! Bracing herself against the counter, the old Skog lets out an ear-ringing whoop as she slams the tankard onto the bar!
“Hells, kid, that one’s goin’ on the menu…” She remarks in an almost dreamy voice! “Rimber and Futskaa, I’ll be damned… how’d ya’ come up with that one, ey?”
“Yea, Rook!” Adds Volka as she leans over to your side of the bar! “I wanna try one too, Ma!”
You uh, it’s a home recipe, you stammer as Volka takes a swig from Ma’s tankard and nearly falls out of her seat! Took a lot of experimenting, but…
“Well I ain’t one ta’ drag family through the mud,” The bartender smirks as she snatches her mug back from a swaying Volka, “But I’m gonna call that one <span class="mu-b">THE ANTON</span>. Rolls off the tongue a little better, don’cha think?”
Sure, you nod with a nervous smile, you’re not that attached to the other name anyways!
>CONTD. 