As per usual, Ausie's for-tourist smiles at the Sand Beach lemonade stand was not nearly close to what he was later in the evening at the local bar. Same lemonade, just much more sour and stronger in taste. His audience was there to "make lemonade out of lemon"; they were going to make lemon even more dangerous, nightly and otherwise, with half a glass of strong liquor and a pinch of salt. Ausie was merely there to help. He awaits his clients, killing time on screwdriver drinks that looks colorful enough to dab your eyes, shaking random bottles and pouring them over glasses for those who will yet arrive. He awaits tonight, with his withdrawn smug stuck on his face.
