[ WP ] A man walks into a bar that will serve any drink its customer wants . Over the course of a few rounds , our drinker realises the bar will serve ANY drink .

I stared at it. 
 
 `` Impossible.'' 
 
 `` You order it, we got it.'' 
 
 The bartender pointed to the wall on his left with a hand that was missing half an index finger. 
 
 `` Some of our best concoctions.'' 
 
 Indeed, the wall was covered with pictures upon pictures of close-ups of colorful liquids; there was a sinister green, smoking fluid in a martini glass ( `` He had about eight seconds to down that; the glass would n't hold any longer. `` ), a swirling, hypnotic blue and silvery fluid in a tall champagne flute ( `` Do n't look at it too long; I swear it still spins in the picture. `` ), a deep, thick, dark red liquid in a wine glass ( `` Every apex predator he said; he wanted to conquer them all. Well I could n't leave out us, could I?'' He pointed to his hand. That was where the finger went ). 
 
 `` What's that one?'' I asked, pointing to a picture of a glass containing a very dark, nearly black liquid. 
 
 `` That's a Guinness.'' 
 
 `` Oh.'' 
 
 There was silence. As much as I wanted to believe in what he said, there was a part of my mind, the part that controls *simple common logic*, that was screaming at me that this was a joke, an elaborate prank for newcomers and I'm about to be laughed at for the rest of the night. 
 
 But there was another part of my mind that kept asking a single, ringing question: *What if this is real? * 
 
 I saw something stir out of the corner of my left eye. There was no one there; the bar is empty save us two. Was it the pictures? Was it that blue and silver drink? 
 
 `` Are you going to drink it? It does n't hold for very long, and I'd rather not toss it down the drain, not after the trouble we went through to find it.'' 
 
 I look down at the glass again. It was a tiny shot glass, containing a clear liquid. It could pass for vodka, no doubt. But if this was true, if the bartender was n't lying, this was no spirit... 
 
 Oh fuck it. 
 
 I down the shot and slam the glass on the table. It was like ice down my throat, and once it reached my stomach, I felt it spreading out through my limbs, all to way to my fingertips. 
 
 The bartender laughs. 
 
 `` Enjoy your youth, friend. It'll be with you for a long, long time.''
