100 Words or Les Nesman!: kahlua adhesive design

My second submission to 100 Words… write what you know I always say.

Three months it waits. Quiet. Dark. A hangover hiding in a pickle jar. But today Bobby will reach into the back of the hutch and draw it forth, left hand gripping the green and black metal lid, the right cradling the white sea-bottom design of label adhesive. Once merely water, sugar, instant coffee and grain alcohol, but no more.  A quick turn and ladle over the rocks, a taste for proof, the required kaleidoscopic visions of cocoa butter-tanned abdomens gyrating to opulent equatorial rhythms, the oil-back concoction into elixir transformed. Ahh, homemade kahlua. Bobby parties like a rich man tonight.