“Disgusting.” Tom said as looked his drink sweating on the bar.
“Oh no.” Groaned Mike as he shook his head. “Here we go.”
Tom gestured emphatically with his hands. “Look at it! It’s all wrong! Warm, glowing body color; cherries, lime, or cinnamon at the top; and garnished with festive colors. Festive! What the hell sort of drink is that?”
Mike rested his pale palm on his grey head before answering. “You’re not getting the point, Tom. It’s not called a Zombie for the way it looks. It’s called a Zombie because the way it makes you feel the next day!”
Tom just stared at the happy drink before him with contempt. “It’s still not right.”
Mike threw up his hands and spin in his seat with exasperation.
At that moment a bloody bartender set two small glasses on the bar. Inside wiggled moist pink chunks covered in maraschino cherry juice. “Jello shot?”
“Brains!” Cried out Tom and Mike with joy.
Brought to you for the Trifecta Challenge where the word of the day is “Zombie”.