#1 – poisonous

The basil mojito wasn’t the worst of it, but it came close.

This is what I get for tampering with the status quo, Sam thought as he threw Ingrid over his shoulder with grim purpose.

Had it really only been three hours since she’d come walking into his bistro, announced that she’d be opening a tab, then proceeded to challenge anyone stupid enough to fall for her come hither smile to an aggressive game of “I can drink weirder stuff faster and better than you”?

“Three hours, fifteen minutes, thi...