The bar is in the middle of mall, with a neon script logo proclaiming: TF's. It's done up like a lot of airport bars, with easy access from all sides around a circular bar. You notice, at the bar next to you, a classy looking woman with the look of a Manhattan socialite, a cosmopolitan looking man next to her, and beside them, a little girl in a frilly Shirley Temple dress and her pet greyhound. The greyhound is growling at this rasta looking guy who's so stoned he looks like a zombie.
The bartender is a woman, smartly got up in a tux shirt, black vest and bow tie, her red hair artfully pinned up. "What can I get you?"
"What do you have?" you ask.
She waves to the bottles behind her, sparkling like an alchemists lab. "Just about anything. Name it, and I'll see what I can do."
You muse. "Sex on the beach, maybe? A double?"
She pauses, then nods. "That, I think, I can do." With expert precision, she measures the vodka, peach schnapps, cranberry and grapefruit juices, heavy on the vodka and schnapps, and pours it into a highball glass. "Enjoy."
You take a sip. It's strong. She has a wicked pour, and for a moment you're seeing double, then double again, as you look at yourself--yourselves--and find two identical twin blond surfers, lanky and barechested, and from the bulge in their shorts, hung like pornstars, standing with two more identical twin bikini girls with enormous breasts straining their bikini tops. Except telepathically, you know they're all you.
The bartender smiles. "I didn't know your sexual orientation, but since you asked for a double anyway, that sort of gives you all the options. That'll be $7 by the way."
The little girl then said, "Well, since you won't give me anything alcoholic while I'm like this, could I have a Roy Rogers?"
"Of course," the bartender said, and then from all of your eyes you watch as the little girl sips her drink and transforms from Shirley Temple to an old movie star cowboy.
And boy are you getting horny as you continue to sip your drink.....