At theis, the bartender holds up the spigot, from which hios libations flow, allowing liguid to pour down over the bar and onto the floor, dripping uopn your arms, torso, head, thighs, feet and hands.
You shrink, at first. Soon the liguid feels as if it is a part of you, warm like your own blood.
And you find your eyes drawn upward, pulling the rest of your face to gaze into the eyes of the bartender.
He looks into your eyes and says:
"drink".