I’m a creator.
You could call me a bar tender, but really,
I’m a creator.
After you and your buddies piss off home
after closing, I sit around with Smithie there and we dream up new cocktails
and drinks to try out on you unsuspecting idiots.
Sometimes they work and you have a great
time, while other times they don’t and you’re sick as a dog that night.
Or you cause a huge fight.
Or worse still, your friends cart you off
home because you’ve passed out in the toilets.
But tonight, we cooked a great brew.
It was pure.
Unadulterated, and sexy.
Rude in every single way possible.
Knocked us both off our feet after two
martini glass-fulls, and yet we still had a full shaker of the shit left.
We called it Adam & Eve.
Adam & Eve was made from Bourbon, a shot
of Southern Dragon’s Tear’s (these are rare an expensive), a sage leaf, ground
up apple seeds, nutmeg and – to make it look naughty – a cherry on a
toothpick. Yep, Smithie and I had a
great time trying to finish off Adam & Eve; but something strange happened
after our first drink.
Something weird.
The place changed – and not in a good way.
The huge speakers by the stage turned into
Hell Hounds. They were huge, black,
salivating and clawing at the ground to get to our souls. Smithie stood up too quickly and knocked over
his bar stool and he kept his eyes glued to the speaker.
“Hey, mate, it’s not real.” I reminded him.
“Like fuck it’s not!” he slurred.
Leaning across the bar, I slapped his face
hard and he stared at me, then back at the stage where the large speaker was
itself again, “There see, Smithie, it’s a speaker, not a Hell Hound.”
“I think it’s time to go home.” He frowned, “That
drink was too fuckin’ weird for me.”
I nodded, “Yeah, don’t we both know it?”
We tossed out the rest of the first lot of
Adam & Eve we made, locked up the club and walked out to the car park as
the sunrise was just starting to break over the sky. I loved this time of the day normally… but
today, I saw demons filling every shadow.
Exactly what did I put in that drink that
had put me on edge? Turning, I was about
to ask Smithie, but he was in the nearest garden being attacked by a Hell Hound
– the same one that was eying him off in the club!
“Je-zuz!
You guys were real?”
“Of course they were.” A voice said behind
me, “Allow me to introduce myself, I’m Adam… and this…” he turned to his right
as a woman stepped out of the darkness, “…is Eve.”
“But I created a drink.” I said, “I didn’t
summon you guys.”
“You created the first drink of its kind…
something biblical.” He smiled, “You put biblical ingredients into it, so you
summoned us into existence.”
“And you called it by our names.” Eve
stepped toward me, “How sweet.”
I stepped back, “What do you want.”
Adam looked around, “Well, you called us…
the Hell Hounds have taken the first sacrifice.
To keep your end of the deal up, and everyone happy, we need more.”
“Sacrifice… deal?” I had no idea what they
were on about.
“Of course.
You struck a deal with us; keep your end of the deal and your little
place will prosper.” Adam smiled.
“Fail us, and it will rot.” Eve’s smug face stepped
closer.
“No business is worth that.”
He put his arm around my shoulders, “Not
even if it means losing your soul over?”
Three months have passed.
Nobody visits my place anymore and I’m still
trying to create the perfect drink... it’s the drink to send those two bastards
back to where they came from.
I pray to God.
I have tried to talk to the Angels to help
me.
Nobody answers my calls.
Smithie is a servant of theirs now, and he
doesn’t seem to be anything but a brainless zombie who I can’t kill no matter
how much I try. And now, it’s time to
pull out the last resort I’ve got: the
Glock. It’s loaded. I lodge it under my jaw as tears course down
my cheeks…
My eyes snap open and I’m on the floor behind the
bar.
Damn!
Adam’s kneeling over me with the gun in his
hand grinning ridiculously, “You didn’t think you’d be let go that easily – did
you?” he helped me to my feet as he placed the weapon on the bar, “After all we
have your soul, so you can’t do away with yourself… we will just keep on
bringing you back.”
“You suck.” I spat.
“Aaw, don’t be mad at us. Just bring us a sacrifice.” Eve smiled
sitting at a table.
Then, it dawned on me. I walked around the bar, to her table where
she was sitting.
Faster than she could react, I pulled the
silver knife I had hidden inside my jacket and drove it into her heart, “You
want a sacrifice, you’ve got one!”
“No!” I sat up and looked around.
“Hey dude… that drink gave me hallucinations
like you wouldn’t believe!” Smithie said to me from across the bar, “How about
you?”
“Let’s not make it again… can we forget we
ever made it?”
He leaned over and tipped his share of the
cocktail into the sink next to me, “No problems.”
“And can I stay at your place tonight?”
“I was going to ask that of you… I got
really spooked tonight.” He smiled, “but sure, come back to my place and we’ll
drink lots of coffee and watch porn.”
“Dude, sounds like a plan.”
As we walked out into the breaking day, I
turn at the sound of what I could only swear was the growling of a dog. As we get to Smithie’s car, a guy and a girl
approach us, “Hi… we’re Adam and Eve. We’re
new in town.”
