Myth-Nomers & Im-Pervections by Robert Asprin

“I’ll have . . .”

Suddenly, a glass of wine didn’t feel right. Unfortunately, my experience with drinks was almost as limited as my experience with members of the opposite sex. “. . . Oh, just give me a round of whatever they’re drinking at the bar there.”

The bartender gave a grunt that was neither approving nor disapproving and left, only to return a few moments later with a small glass of liquid which he slammed down on the table hard enough for some of the contents to slop over the edge. I couldn’t see it too clearly, but it seemed to be filled with an amber fluid with bubbles in it that gathered in a froth at the top.

“Ya gotta pay by the round,” he sneered, as if it were an insult.

I fished a handful of small change out of my pocket and tossed it on the table, reaching for the glass with the other hand.

Now, some of you might be wondering why I was so willing to experiment with a strange drink after everything I’ve been saying about food on Perv. Well, truth to tell, I was son of hoping this venture would end in disaster. You see, by this time I had cooled off enough to acknowledge that Kalvin was probably right about going back to the hotel, but I had made such a big thing out of making an independent decision that changing my mind now would be awkward. Somewhere in that train of thought, it occurred to me that if this new drink made me sick, I would have an unimpeachable reason for reversing my earlier decision. With that in mind, I raised the glass to my lips and took a sip. The icy burst that hit my throat was such a surprise that I involuntarily took another swallow . . . and another. I hadn’t realized how thirsty I was after my brisk walk until I hit the bottom of the glass without setting it down or taking a breath. Whatever this stuff was, it was absolutely marvelous, and the vaguely bitter aftertaste only served to remind me I wanted more.