This piece was written for the Six Sentence Challenge, with the prompt word of ‘juice’.
When the Feds descended on the Give-Me-The-Juice Bar, customers scrambled for the exits and the owners tried to destroy the evidence down the sinks and toilet bowls, but to no avail; the jigger was up.
Damning evidence presented to the Courts included a grainy white residue in the glasses of customers who’d ordered the Colombian Cola (snorting straws an optional extra).
The house special, The Highball, was based on wheatgrass but with a liberal dose of non-industrial hemp and was easily located through the large collection of munchie plates surrounding its imbibers.
The Mexican Tropical turned out to be mescaline with orange juice and steroid sprinkles, leading to Keystone Kops capers on the street as officers tried to wrestle down drinkers chasing butterflies in traffic.
The Mood Swing Smoothie seemed innocent enough until it was analysed and they found the traces of Mother’s Little Helpers.
Ultimately, all of the customers were released when the duty lawyer pointed out that police officers had consumed some of the evidence and had contaminated the crime scene for a very, very long time.