Coherence for Coherence's sake.

The place: Agip Store, Duino Sud
The time: sometime past midnight, friday night.

Dramatis Personae:
Them(them)
Me(me)

Them: "Ok, let's get one of these."
Me: "What??? BACARDI? Are you out of your fucking MIND? Don't you know Bacardi's EVIL? Don't you know the CIA brews it and drops it on rebel groups in central american countires so they get drunk and get killed better? For christ's sake, it's not even really cuban!"
Them: "Ok, ok, relax! We'll get Pampero instead. What should we mix it with?"
Me: "Oh, just get some coke."