He gripped the crystal/glass/tankard, feeling its chill against his sweaty palms. A single ice cube, impossibly large and sparkling/shimmering/gleaming, bobbed precariously in the liquid/potion/brew. The barkeep, a grizzled man with eyes that glinted/twinkled/stared like obsidian chips, watched him intently. "Shaken, or stirred?" he rasped, his voi