Michelle looked intently into the bartender's eyes. He should have known that it didn't matter whether it was frozen or on ice.
"Frozen, please," Michelle replied.
The rules had always haunted her. Did she do it just to get his attention? Negative attention was a bad girl's favorite kind.
He blended up two and joined her for a rare drink while on duty. Perks of the job. He turned the sign off over the bar. Determinism hour was over. Free will and margaritas. Her AA meeting was in 3 hours. Good thing the drinks are only in the mind.
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