“Free glass with purchase of milk!” a man dressed in a hastily designed milk bottle costume barked to those passing by the latest milk bar to open on Main Street.
“Give me whiskey!” a man replied as he stopped close to the costumed man.
“Bring back our liquor!” a man declared as he stood next to the other man. “Have you met my wife? I can’t go home sober!”
“We have the freshest milk!” the costumed man highlighted as he backed up away from the crowd of men that was forming around him.
“Let’s show them what we think of their milk bars,” a portly man said menacingly.
“Now, now gentlemen,” the costumed man said. “Let’s keep this friendly.”
“Let’s not,” said the portly man. The men started throwing punches. The thin costume was no protection against their fists, and he soon dropped to the ground with a loud thud.
“I think you get our point,” the tallest man said as he leaned over the costumed man and spat on him. “We don’t want milk.”
“I got some mighty fine Tennessee whiskey at home,” the portly man whispered, and the group of men followed him down the street.
When they were out of sight, the costumed man groaned then carefully stood up and stumbled back into the milk bar. “Hit me up with a tall cold one—extra special flavoring.”
“Sure thing,” said the milk bartender. He made two drinks with whiskey, honey, and milk. “What happened to you?”
The two men gulped down their drinks, then the costumed man said, “Just a few unruly men being playful. They didn’t even give me a chance to tell them about our new special flavoring.”
“Moooo-re for us,” said the milk bartender and they laughed as he poured them each another glass.
Prompts: milk, highlight, playful
