I fight her behind the bar, but I love her on top of it… Rory Turner may fight it, but I know she likes me. She talks a big game, but I’d like to see her pit her talents against mine. Anyone can serve up an IPA. But to manipulate a drink just by the way you shake it? Nah, that takes talent and hard work. Plus, a little wrist action. That’s what keeps the ladies squirming on their bar stools. My adept wrist action is only the beginning of my skills. And there’s only one woman I have any interest in sharing my moves with. You know, once I take a jackhammer and crack the crust of that exterior of hers. Tick. Tick. Tick. Our time? It’s coming. And so will we…