…in “Andy’s Party”, which is (probably) going to be my Kitchen Fiction entry.
Dean gave Carleen a look, and Carleen said, “You’re not helping, Gerry.” Which was true, and at least partly why he’d said it in the first place.
“So if you were wanting beer”–Carleen made a face–“what kind would you like?”
“Horse piss,” said Carleen, not quite sotto voce. An older man on the other side of the vodka aisle gave her a distasteful look, and she winked at him. Flustered, he looked away.
“Uh, Rickard’s is always good,” said Dean. “Canadian’s not bad either.”
“If you can stand the taste,” said Carleen.
“You’ve already made it clear you’re not drinking it,” said Phil. To Dean: “What about Blue?”
“Yeah, sure, whatever,” said Dean. “Beer’s beer, you know?”
They all four of them nodded.
Sound Manitoban? Prairie? Canadian? Hope so; that’s what I’m goin’ for.