“MOJITO” by OriginalbyParis

Well, they hit it off pretty well, considering. Black seat, white seat, facing each other, diagonally. Crowns on both heads, mojitos in both hands. It was a strange and vicious look that sizzled in the gap between their locked eyes. The one in the black chair leaned forward, moved his glass, leaving behind that slick path of a perspiring glass. The other, in turn, moved to nudge forward the bowl of salted peanuts. A hiss of glee escaped the one in black, and his hand flicked his napkin forward, covering the bowl, scooping up a few peanuts.

“Checkmate.”

The other shook his head, prodding forward the extra coaster. The coaster shimmering in front of his eyes, and for a moment its rectangular shaped fidgeted and pulsed until it at last took on the shape of a knight on horseback. It faced his opponent’s half-fullglass, which reared up in front of it like a majestic, sweaty bishop, a straw sticking out of his skull for good measure.The man leaned back in his white sheet, wiping his own brow. “Strongest rum I’ve ever tasted, dude.”

 
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