Malibu & Coke

‘What can I get you to drink David?’

It had been a long drawn out affair of a four ball on a west coast golf track with David Hare and his colleague having to endure his clients conversation and his outstanding golf.

‘I’ll have a Malibu and coke please,’ he responded, his voice somewhat lost in the breeze of an early Californian evening.

‘Malibu and coke!’ Everard, the owner of the business they were hoping to attract, exclaimed with no disguise to the scorn in his voice. ‘What kind of a drink is that?!’

‘One I like,’ replied David, easily and as straight as a premium bourbon.

‘One I like,’ chuckled Everard as he leaned into the bar, ‘one I like,’ he repeated, shaking his head and smirking.

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