Cuba libre. For all those who know. Rum and coke. For all those who forgot. Sweet if drunken alone. Bittersweet if drunken with people you'd have a lot to say to.
When you realise the Cuba didn't make you feel so "libre", but it made you shut and swallow thighs you've been dying to say, means you, my friend, are drunk. Ish. Drunkish. You've gone beyond the point of being slightly tipsy and playful and straight to the point where you just want to spit everything out. Set everything free.
'Whatever happens happens'. But you stop. The glass has emptied already and you're just drunk...ish. Nothing more. And that voice in your head won't stop screaming how improper the situation would be.
So hush. The Cuba isn't libre, it's just rum. The coke isn't cold enough and the lemon isn't lime. The stars haven't aligned and it's not the time to speak. So hush.
Enjoy the moment, the people and the drink.
Sometimes the people get you tipsy, not what's in the glass.
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