Somewhere between glass two and three, you became remarkably polite.

You ordered your first drink around noon with no particular plan for the rest of the day. By the second round, you'd developed an entirely new vocabulary full of formal greetings and old-world courtesy. Nobody's sure where it came from, least of all you.

Day drinking usually comes with fewer manners, not more, but you decided to buck the trend entirely. Somehow the combination of daytime buzz and Victorian politeness works. Everyone at the table seems charmed, if slightly confused.

Rebel Ink tips its hat right back.