This was a first for me Herr D. Hope you like it. I took the easy way by using the companions, so I might go back later and dress them up some. During Mardi Gras, a small, black woman walked into a bar. She waved at the bartender, pointed to herself, walked up between two barstools, sat first on one and then the other. The bartender nodded, pulled a bottle from under the bar, poured a glass of expensive-looking alcohol, and set it next to her. Another patron openly stared for a moment, and then he walked around the bar to talk to her.
â€œWhat was that? That signal?â€
She smiled at him and said, â€œMy name is Remoulade Martin of the New Orleans Martins. People call me Remy. Two stools means a double.â€
â€œNeat!â€ said the patron, â€œLet me try.â€ He pulled out a lighter, saluted the bartender, and tossed it on the bar. The bartender opened a bottle and handed to him. The patron smiled and said â€œBud Light Draft! It works!â€
A woman walked up and smiled, saying, â€œI can top those. If I mystify both of you, will you pay for mine? And if you figure it out? Iâ€™ll pay for yours.â€
Bud said, â€œOkay.â€
Remy said, â€œGo for it!â€
The woman turned to the bartender, gave him a sultry smile, and touched her nose with the side of her finger. The bartender raised his eyebrows. He opened the fridge, pulled out three containers and a bowl of cut-up lemons and limes. He poured exact-looking measurements from each container into a mixer, squeezed in the juice of three lime slices and two lemons, added a dash of six different bottles from under the bar in rapid succession, closed and shook the mixer, poured the result into a large glass, carefully added four spoonfuls of tonic water and an olive. Then he plunked in a cube of pineapple and handed it to her on a napkin.
Bud stared, openmouthed. â€œWhat is THAT drink called?â€
The bartender said, â€œBiloxi Bliss, sir. Want one?â€
â€œNo, thanks. How much?â€
Bud raised his eyebrows. â€œI might owe half that. Ms. Martin? You want to try this?â€
Remy smiled. â€œWhatâ€™s your name?â€
The woman smiled, â€œMary Abramovitz.â€
Remy looked at Bud, Bud looked at Remy, and they paid up. Remy started back to her seat, but Bud had to know. â€œWhat was that?â€
Mary smiled and explained. â€œTwenty years ago, I won the title of Miss Biloxi. This bartender designed the drink to honor me. Weâ€™re engaged, after all!â€