Re: My new Creations

Here’s a first for me. Herr D provided the story and I illustrated. Here is “The Bar Scene.” During Mardi Gras, a small, black woman walked into a bar. She waved at the bartender, pointed to herself, walked up between two barstools, sat first on one and then the other. The bartender nodded, pulled a bottle from under the bar, poured a glass of expensive-looking alcohol, and set it next to her. Another patron openly stared for a moment, and then he walked around the bar to talk to her.
“What was that? That signal?”
She smiled at him and said, “My name is Remoulade Martin of the New Orleans Martins. People call me Remy. Two stools means a double.”
“Neat!” said the patron, “Let me try.” He pulled out a lighter, saluted the bartender, and tossed it on the bar. The bartender opened a bottle and handed to him. The patron smiled and said “Bud Light Draft! It works!”
A woman walked up and smiled, saying, “I can top those. If I mystify both of you, will you pay for mine? And if you figure it out? I’ll pay for yours.”
Bud said, “Okay.”
Remy said, “Go for it!”
The woman turned to the bartender, gave him a sultry smile, and touched her nose with the side of her finger. The bartender raised his eyebrows. He opened the fridge, pulled out three containers and a bowl of cut-up lemons and limes. He poured exact-looking measurements from each container into a mixer, squeezed in the juice of three lime slices and two lemons, added a dash of six different bottles from under the bar in rapid succession, closed and shook the mixer, poured the result into a large glass, carefully added four spoonfuls of tonic water and an olive. Then he plunked in a cube of pineapple and handed it to her on a napkin.
Bud stared, openmouthed. “What is THAT drink called?”
The bartender said, “Biloxi Bliss, sir. Want one?”
“No, thanks. How much?”
“$13.50.”
Bud raised his eyebrows. “I might owe half that. Ms. Martin? You want to try this?”
Remy smiled. “What’s your name?”
The woman smiled, “Mary Abramovitz.”
Remy looked at Bud, Bud looked at Remy, and they paid up. Remy started back to her seat, but Bud had to know. “What was that?”
Mary smiled and explained. “Twenty years ago, I won the title of Miss Biloxi. This bartender designed the drink to honor me. We’re engaged, after all!”