The faerie coughed and spluttered and shook out her wings. She grasped the straw and began pulling herself up, as if she were a victim of a shipwreck, saved from the sea by a rope ladder. The man watched her through the sides of the pint glass while she hoisted herself toward standing. "You saved me," he heard her say from inside the tumbler. "I never could swim. If it hadn't been for you...."
"No one's going to believe this," the man said.
"What? That faeries are real?"
"That I did something useful," he replied as he dropped his head between his knees, reached for the potted plant in the corner near his table, and expelled from his stomach the Long Island Iced Tea that he had downed only moments before.
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