A cocktail, not beer, not wine, not a splash of liquor mixed with soda, but a real fucking cocktail with some bite to it. They call it Apple Yam something or other, some strong liquor tasing of alcohol with a faint hint of sweet potato, mixed with apple liqueur and lime juice. Almost nothing to dilute the alcohol, the full force of it hitting your system with every sip. It’s expensive and fancy so you take it slow, one sip every few minutes, savoring the taste while pretending to read your book. You’re not drunk…yet, but we’ll on the way to getting there, and you have to go to work tomorrow. Life…is good