Broken Bay

What can I get you girls?” asked the bartender in a raspy voice that spoke to inhaling the smoke of her own and others’ cigarettes for too many years. One could tell she’d been pretty when she was young; now her face bore the windblown look of an outdoorswoman.
“What do you have on tap?” Georgia asked.
“Lagunitas, Corona, Freemont Ale, Horseheads,” she said.
“Horsehead, please.”
“I’m going to have a Cut Bait,” Hannah said, studying the brightly colored, laminated cocktail menu.
“Oh, what’s in that?” Emma asked.
“Uh,” Hannah said, looking back down at the menu, “Rum, tequila, vodka, triple sec, grenadine, lime juice, champagne floater optional. So everything; everything is in it.”
“Sounds awful,” Stephanie said under her breath.
“Sounds awesome. I’ll take one of tho