I am so happy that it looks like the Monday Mixer has been resurrected by Jeffrey Hollar on the Latinum Vault (though it’s not showing up on my RSS feed). This was one of my favourite challenges back when it ran. Because there’s more constraints, there is paradoxically more freedom. We get a list of three nouns, three verbs and three adjectives and have to use at least one of each. We can reach for the over-achiever by using at least five of them. I was tempted this week to do as our host says, and use the words multiple times in different categories, but decided against it.
Here’s the table of words for this week:
“I dread sobriety. Give me a wee dram more. Just a, just a dribble.”
The glass weaves under the neck of the bottle. I guide his hand, the thunk of glass on wood closely followed by a chink then the soothing slosh. He smiles.
“See, this is why I’m your your most valued customer. Me. You understand me. Not like my wife. Damn bitch. You understand me, you do. ”
He hiccuped. I waited. I knew his ways. The segue into flattery was running late this evening.
“You’re a fine mixerolologist you are. How’s about you take this dead soldier and come up something new?”
Pushing his empty glass away he reached for the bottle.
“Nah, leave me some company lad. It gets a mite lonely.”
I shook my head wordlessly, taking the bottle with me. He knew it wasn’t allowed, but that didn’t stop him asking every night.
When no further drinks were forthcoming, his mask started to slip. Other patrons looked over and I sighed.
“How about a roadie?”
“How about you rot in hell, you bastard?”
I place a last glass on the bar, just out of reach.
“Mum says hello.”
“Shut it, and give me my pint.”