“Is that right?” The bartender turned to me with a grin. “Any preferences to start with? Sweet? Strong? Fruity?”
I shrugged helplessly. “I have no idea.”
The bartender chuckled. “Tell you what. I’ll make you some samples. On the house. It’s not every day we get to introduce someone to the wonderful world of cocktails.”
Over the next thirty minutes, I tried more drinks than I could count. Some burned my throat, others were sickeningly sweet, and a few made me cough and sputter.
“That was disgusting,” I gasped after trying something called a Rusty Nail.
Molly laughed, patting my back. “Yeah, that one’s not for beginners.”
But then the bartender slid a bright blue cocktail in front of me. “Try this one. Blue Hawaiian. Coconut rum, blue liqueur, and pineapple juice.”
