A girl walks into a cool dark bar in an effort to escape the unrelenting Southern heat. She sidles up to the counter and says to the bartender, "there's absolutely no chance that you sell sno cones here, right?" ... The bartender curls his lips into a smile, scratches his chin, gives her a wink (or maybe just blinks) and replies, "gimme a minute." ... White rum + aged rum + aperol + orange juice + lots of shaved ice = an adult sno cone ... and me in full on schoolgirl crush mode.