The Vip lounge was empty
Great seating elaborate cubicles
Large one story fire place
Huge wooden framed windows
The bar maid made polite conversation
Her hand placing a drink infront of me
A name a category a flavor
Encouragement to lose myself
New guests arrived inside the foyer from outside
Puns and grins from the barmaid
Funloving banter
not a sip
A group entered the VIP putting down jackets
Putting down their bags and umbrellas
Scanning the room and sighing before seating themselves
Barmaid coax me to drink just a taste
The cocktail sat untouched on the counter
The bill next to it
Half dampened by condensation
Thawing ice inside the glass
There is something intoxicating
about refusal.
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