I took Bradley to my grandpa's liquor cabinet in the basement in our makeshift bar area. I approached the liquor cabinet and it had a film of dust covering it. I ignored the dust and popped the cabinet open, to show Bradley his drinking options. Bradley whistled in awe as he looked through my grand da's small collection of bourbons, whiskeys and tequila.
"Your grandfather has an impressive collection here." Bradley commented. "So, what's your poison?"
I looked at the bottles and scrunched my nose in disgust, shaking my head.
"I don't like any of these. You pick whatever you want." I answered as I got behind the bar.
"But you will join me in imbibing, right?" Bradley made sure that he wasn't going to be drinking on his own.
"Sure. Just pour me a tiny glass of whatever you end up choosi
