A generously poured silver rum into the Boston shaker along with simple syrup and fresh lime juice.

Closing the shaker, I began to jostle it in a methodic motion.

I couldn't help but sink the shaking of the metal container to the beat of the music resounding throughout the club.

Three college aged girls waited across the counter.

One of them smiled at me and leaned in.

Can you do any tricks for us? She asked. A hint of vodka on her breath.

I feigned confusion.

What kind of tricks?

You know, she said.

Like those tricks you see on the internet all the time.

Like tossing drinks around and stuff.

Her finger twirled thick locks of her golden hair she stared at me.

I smiled.

Oh, I began.

Do you mean like this?

I tossed the shaker behind my head and caught it on the other side.

Is that it? She asked playfully.

I smiled wider and tossed the shaker up into the air.

It landed on my shoulder and rolled down the length of my upper arm.

When it reached my elbow, I jerked and it shot back into the air.

Switching hands, I let the silver container roll down the back of my right arm and come to a controlled stop in the crease of my elbow.

The girl was now visibly impressed.

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