KITTY
she answers a question with a question, climbing onto a high bar stool.
“I turned twenty-three a month ago,” the guy fake pouts. - Do I look like a teenager?
She shrugs, smiling.
— Actually, yes.
"So which do you prefer, Kitty?"
“Take your pick,” she suggests. - Surprise me.
“Uh-oh… Surprise…” He looks really puzzled for a full thirty seconds. Then he calls the bartender and, reaching over the bar, says something in his ear.
A few minutes later, the bartender places a pair of tall glasses filled with crushed ice, lemon and golden liquid in front of them.
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