The glasses here are much cleaner, shinier.
A new place? New staff? Popular location? Lot of time?
The bottles are glinting too.. As if the liquor doesn't stay within for long.
All saying look at me, hold me, drink me, choose me..
I prefer the other bar, with its sorta dusty glasses behind the bar.
They have stories that they whisper if you listen carefully.
They will stare deep into your very souls and make you spill your darkest secrets to utter strangers.
Take a swig from one of these vintage beauties and you will forget your worries, yourself.
They will send you to the wonderland of reveries.
Only to wake up the next day and remember the vague shimmer of the rim and the glint of a smirk..
-12/12/25
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