It’s your round by the way,” said Rufus.
Without a word, I pulled out the capacious hip-flask from my coat and poured a hefty belt of green liquid into each of our three empty shot glasses.
“What is it?” Ruby asked.
“It’s the green fairy,” I replied, “Also known as, the devil in a bottle, or if you’re one of those quaint types that insist on calling a spade a shovel, Absinthe.”
Meeting the green Man-Goat tonight reminded me that I had some.
“And just to cement our status as one big, happy family,” I grinned at the two blanched faces, “I decided that absinthe really would make the heart grow fonder.”
“Except in your case,” muttered Rufus under his breath.
I raised my glass and smiled.
“I’ll drink to that.”