Under the glass counter an army of soft drinks dressed in green, yellow and navy blue, stood facing a smaller, but more potent army of bottled beer.
In the corner, looking splendid and golden topped, a few bottles of alcohol-free lager stood somewhat hesitant, didn't quite know which army to join being met with contempt by both sides.
A giant, pale blue one liter bottle of water that could quench anyone's thirst a hot summer's day, suggested the Alcohol-free should be arbiters if it came to war; this gave the hybrids a sense of purpose and they glowed in self importance under fluorescent light.
Not that anyone takes note of what peacemakers say, till it's a stall-mate and armies need a break to rearm and enlist more non-returnable
