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"
I
guess
not
.
"
Wednesday
returned
to
the
table
,
three
drinks
held
easily
in
his
pawlike
hands
.
"
Southern
Comfort
and
Coke
for
you
,
Mad
Sweeney
m
’
man
,
and
a
Jack
Daniel
’
s
for
me
.
And
this
is
for
you
,
Shadow
.
"
"
What
is
it
?
"
"
Taste
it
.
"
The
drink
was
a
tawny
golden
color
.
Shadow
took
a
sip
,
tasting
an
odd
blend
of
sour
and
sweet
on
his
tongue
.
He
could
taste
the
alcohol
underneath
,
and
a
strange
blend
of
flavors
.
It
reminded
him
a
little
of
prison
hooch
,
brewed
in
a
garbage
bag
from
rotten
fruit
and
bread
and
sugar
and
water
,
but
it
was
sweeter
,
and
far
stranger
.
"
Okay
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
I
tasted
it
.
What
was
it
?
"
"
Mead
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
Honey
wine
.
The
drink
of
heroes
.
The
drink
of
the
gods
.
"
Shadow
took
another
tentative
sip
.
Yes
,
he
could
taste
the
honey
,
he
decided
.
That
was
one
of
the
tastes
.
"
Tastes
kinda
like
pickle
juice
,
"
he
said
.
"
Sweet
pickle
-
juice
wine
.
"
"
Tastes
like
a
drunken
diabetic
’
s
piss
,
"
agreed
Wednesday
.
"
I
hate
the
stuff
.
"
"
Then
why
did
you
bring
it
for
me
?
"
asked
Shadow
,
reasonably
.
