Must Be Real

By Susmita Ramani

“I always thought this was one of those places where women go to get their hair blown out,” Lola says.

“Oh, I knew it was a bar,” Burt says. “But I’m surprised they only serve beer. Do you even like beer?”

She shrugs. “Not always, but this one’s okay, especially after squeezing in the lemon wedge.”

Three beers later, they’re kissing. He teases, “How do I know you really like me, and it isn’t just beer goggles?”

Overhearing this, the bartender laughs. “You realize everything we serve is non alcoholic, right? Our liquor license never came through. Hence, the name: Dry Bar.”