The Sisters - Day old black coffee, Irish'd up with whatever is under the sink in desperation in a dixie cup. Served with a chaser of boxed wine in a "Joe Cool" novelty mug. Goes down rough and gritty, like a spider crawling under your upper lip. The coffee grounds stick to the tongue like a rancid oyster, and scraping it off is like experiencing the whole terrible choice all over again.
The drink of someone who is looking to indulge their casual alcoholism while telling anyone else at the bar that there's no chance of a hook-up unless you want it to end in tragedy.
