Friday night club meat...

Picture a crowded club. Imagine you’re sitting on a stool at the bar, zipping a little drink, minding your own goddamn business. 

Then someone, standing next to your stool, waiting endlessly for his ordered drinks, suddenly starts a conversation. 

He: Little crowded here. 

You: Yeah. Your regular Friday night crowd, I suppose. 

He: If you don’t mind me saying so, you look a little lost here, all alone. 

You: I’m fine. I’m living Neil Young’s Barstool Blues. 

He: Can I buy you a drink? 

You: Sure. Vodka... rocks... Just make sure it’s Stolichnaya... 

He: So, what’s you nam... 

You: That’s all... 

Disclaimer: as a big, big fan and regular visitor of Vodka, I hereby claim that Stolichnaya is the best. However, my special affinity with Stoli is not an advertisement or a product-placement. I am—although I might cross that line for Stoli—not an influencer.