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I came home, a bag of groceries nestled in one arm. Two tall bottles, one electric green, one electric blue, sat on the counter. I figured they belonged to my brother. He’s always coming up with interesting concoctions.

“Hey Ian,” I asked. “What’s that on the counter?”

“It’s really good. Want me to mix you up a drink?”

He let me have a sip of his. The blue stuff. It was really good. “Sure, that would be great.”

He poured me some Ginger Ale into a glass, and added some of the blue syrup. Yum, yum. I drank it right up. Even fixed one for myself the next day.

About a week later, my parents got back from Belize. “Who’s been drinking Vodka?!” my mom exclaimed when she saw the bottles on the counter.