A dimly lit bar, shadows dancing under flickering neon lights. The air thick with tension. Enter the enigmatic bartender, a punk-rock vampire named Litha, her crimson lipstick betraying her predatory nature. Behind her, a row of artisanal taps gleaming under soft glows, leading to the crown jewel - Brodelo of Blood.
An unsuspecting couple saunters in, their laughter cutting through the gloom. They order the night’s special, intrigued by the bold label. Litha smirks, pouring the blood orange Mexican ale with exaggerated flair, the citrus hues swirling hypnotically in their glasses.
"You taste that tang? It’s like a dance on your tongue. A mix of the sweet and the sour. Not your mama’s Mexican lager", Litha, said.
The couple takes their first sip. Their expressions turn from delight to confusion, then to sheer exhilaration. Suddenly, the bar transforms - they’re not simply drinking; they’re unwitting participants in a clandestine ritual. Litha watches, her eyes shining like twin moons, knowing that this brew has the power to awaken their hidden desires. As the night wears on, the ale works its dark magic. The couple feels alive—vibrant, thrumming with energy. They glance at each other, their laughter growing wild and frenzied.
Litha says with a sly grin, “Welcome to the wyrd side of life—where thirst is quenched, and cravings take on a life of their own.” The couple looks around and sees that the patrons in the bar have transformed into a band of modern-day vampires—each tasting the power of Brodelo of Blood. Their laughter merges with the tapping of the heavy metal soundtrack, the beat pulsating. The couple embraces their dark alter egos, living out wild fantasies under the veneer of the surreal night.
As dawn approaches, Litha, ever-watchful, stands before the now half-empty taps. The couple, under the shimmering light of the first rays of the sun, realizes the price of unholy revelry. “Remember, once you take on the taste of blood, it’s hard to go back. You may crave the citrus, but the thirst will always bring you back for more”, she says.
The first light of dawn breaks through the bar’s window, sealing their fates in the world of the wyrd.