Michele Feltman Strider on Nostr: You approach the bartender, who doesn't appear to be a clown. "Seltzer with..." ...

You approach the bartender, who doesn't appear to be a clown.

"Seltzer with..."

You're immediately smacked in the face with a jet of fizzy water from an old-school seltzer bottle.

You should've seen it coming. That's on you -- along with a half-liter of water. The bartender grins. You dry off with a handful of cocktail napkins.

After two more drenchings, you manage a vodka soda and return to your seat.

A poker game starts up in the corner. A tall clown announces karaoke. Beer pong happens.