Te-Kill-Ya Sunrise

Tequila is a terrible way to go…

The young woman who’d ordered the double shot margarita took it with wide eyes and a thumbs up as she sampled it through the straw, walking back toward her table in the sand on wobbling platform sandals unsuited to the footing. I grinned and moved on to my next order while Pika expertly cracked two bottles of icy beer and slid them across the polished wooden bar toward the waiting men, one of whom watched my last customer on her meandering and hip wiggling pa...