Gin and Rum are sat on the shelf next to each other, looking over the restaurant.
“Oh Rum, but what am I without Tonic?”
Gin takes a tumble and, luckily, Rum’s Kraken-handles are there to support her body.
“Stop your weeping. Help me get some Coke will you?”
“Just take a look at yourself and ask: is that really what you want?”
“Ask yourself the same question. That Tonic guy is a prick.”
Gin rolled her eyes, Rum had a habit of often being over-cocky.
“Coke won’t help you, you know. It may make you woke, but it’s no breakthrough.”
“I’m sick of patterns and following rules and watching my language from being fucking blue,
I need someone to enhance my spirit, anything will do.”
“You’re lucky, Rum. You can go with anyone, it doesn’t matter who:
Ginger beer, Coke, lime, anything will work and make you brand new.”