The old woman leaned closer to the bar, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
She took a slow sip of her drink, savoring it, then turned to the bartender with a playful smile.
“Well,” she said, lowering her voice just enough to build suspense, “at my age, I can’t drink like I used to…”
The bartender nodded, listening closely.
“So I only drink the Scotch…” she continued, pausing for effect.
Everyone nearby leaned in.
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