"This is an island specialty... Real Country Moonshine. I think you'll like this one."
The bartender removed a simple ceramic jug off the back counter, and poured the pale
yellow liquid into a shot glass.
"Drink up."
Paul quickly downed the shot - a warm feeling spreading throughout his entire body. No
sooner did he put the shot glass down, the bartender proceeded to fill the glass again.
"Do it quick now - that's how it works its magic."
The liquid was smooth and salty and it filled Paul up, barely a noticeable taste of alcohol in
the mix. 4 shots later, the bartender put the jug back on the counter and rinsed out the
shot glass.
"That'll get you nice and good my friend, we know how to do it right, here."
Paul thanked the bartender, and put his head in his hands. Already, he started to feel the
effects of the drink, his body warm and tingling. He looked up, and saw his reflection in
the bar mirror. He laughed as he swayed a bit, dizzied by the drink.
He fumbled in his coat pocket for a cigarette, pulled one out and put it between his lips.
Grabbing a book of matches off the bar, he struck one and inhaled, and shook the match,
not noticing the black hair beginning to grow on the back of his hand.