Lessons at The Rabbit Hole

“Hops?” Genevieve peaked into the bar, lightly knocking at the wooden door frame. During the off hours this place was quite cozy, soft multi-colored lights scattered around, good jazzy music playing from the overhead speakers luring Genevieve in further. 

Hops’ practically sprang up from behind the bar as she was busy organizing bottles. “We are clos-- Oh Genevieve! It’s been too long!” Hops toned changed when seeing the nun standing at her doorway. She quickly bounded across the room and wrapped herself around Geneveie in a big hug. Hop’s head conveniently resting on Genevieve’s large bosom.

“What brings you into The Rabbit Hole?” She said as she broke the hug but still held on to the nun bunnies hand as they spoke.

“You know I’ve been meaning to come by and take a class with you.” Genevieve said sweetly. “I was wondering if you had some time for me this morning. I need to work on my bartending skills for the Church. There are soooo many thirsty members at the church, or that’s what they keep telling me.”

Hops stifled a laugh, literally having to bite her lip to get through it. “Yeah, yeah…. I got some tim to show you a thing are two.” She said, leading Genevieve by the hand behind the bar.

“Let’s try a classic Hopscotch.” She said as she pulled down a whiskey glass. “Alright so we got bourbon, vodka, gin…” She said going down the line until she got to the whiskey. “Aaaand whiskey… go ahead and pour this over ice, about 3/4th of the way.” Hops said coaching Genevieve along the way.

“Sprinkle a little bit of this, that’s my secret ingredient.” She said with a confident wink.

“Now stir to create the classic gradient and to chill the drink.”

“Then you place your drink pick annnnd you're all done!” Hops cheered Geneviveve on as she placed the pick in the glass with a satisfying clink!

“Now let’s see how you did!” Hops said, picking up the glass and giving it a good look before knocking it back to try it. “Oh yeah that’s the good stuff.” She was more than impressed with Genevieve and perhaps her own teaching skills.

“You know…if you ever want to put on the uniform, I’m sure we would draw quite the crowd. Maybe a full event where the Church of Sulfur takes over the bar… Now that’s an idea I should bring up to Angora…” Hops said mischievously.

“That sounds quite lovely, we will have to plan something!” Genevieve coo’ed so happy to impress Hops and to bring a new skill back to the Church.