The Bartender hands the small shot glass to Paul who looks at the clear liquid as his nose wrinkles from the odor. He looks at the Barkeep, then slowly moving the glass to his lips he sips.
Eyes clamp shut as the Vodka lights a fire first in his mouth and the makes Paul's gullet sear in heat.
"Too strong for you taste?" asked the Barkeep as he looks at Paul's reaction to the drink.
Paul just shook his head to signify a no, but was finding it not to his liking. Great Northern Vodka it said on the bottle from whence it was poured. Asking by motioning his hand for to see the label the Barkeep sets the bottle before Paul.
Gothic print of gold letters announced the name of this product. A slogan set below the title states, "Made for the tough of heart". Then in small print yet another line saying, "One belt can put hair or the ass of a man!"
Paul right then believed this as his chest burned and heart raced. His mouth felt oily while throat burned with every breath. He looked at the Barkeep and raised the glass in Heman style.
Down went the Vodka in one fast fated shot. The flames about poured out Paul's mouth and nose as the Vodka burned its way down.
A shiver and then a full body warmth began to fill Paul as he started to get a real itchy feeling on his butt.