Stepping off of the bus two blocks down from Digit-L, Birras removed the pipe from his coat pocket as well as a match, lighting the pipe as he walked down the street. The bouncer blocked the door and gestured Birras to the back of the line. "Don't worry, I'm a doctor," The doctor said, gripping the lapels of his lab coat. He then pointed at some faint discoloration on the bouncer's neck "Looks like you've got some acute cutaneous xantrophy. You might want to get that looked at." The bouncer clasped his hand to his neck, and reluctantly let Birras through. Making a beeline for the bar, the bartender nodded his head in acknowledgment of Birras, before asking,
"What'll it be?"
?Bombay Sapphire Martini, stirred, not shaken, two ice cubes only, 6:1 gin and vermouth, two olives, one onion, and if you bruise the vermouth god help you,? the doctor responded dryly, as if the bartender should have already known. The bartender?s expression went blank for a moment, and then Birras broke out laughing, "Nah, I'm just kidding. Rum and coke, chop chop."
"What'll it be?"
?Bombay Sapphire Martini, stirred, not shaken, two ice cubes only, 6:1 gin and vermouth, two olives, one onion, and if you bruise the vermouth god help you,? the doctor responded dryly, as if the bartender should have already known. The bartender?s expression went blank for a moment, and then Birras broke out laughing, "Nah, I'm just kidding. Rum and coke, chop chop."