It occurred to me that I’ve never heard a mystery-writer joke, so I made this one up.
During a publishing conference, a mystery writer, a romance author, and a thriller writer get to talking and decide to have a drink together at the hotel bar.
The romance writer orders a Sex on the Beach.
The thriller writer asks for a Bloody Mary.
The bartender makes those drinks and then asks the mystery writer what she wants.
The mystery writer looks the bartender in the eye and says, “Muddle a slice each of lime, lemon and orange with one clove. Add a shot of British gin, a dash of French absinthe, and crushed ice. Shake well, and strain everything into a martini glass. Stab a cherry with a toothpick and plop that on top.”
The romance writer makes a face. “That doesn’t sound very tasty. What do you call it?”
I’ll tell you what,” the mystery writer says, smiling. “If either of you can guess the name of this cocktail before the bartender finishes making it, I’ll buy all your drinks tonight.”
“We can do this,” the thriller writer says confidently.
So they try to guess the name of the bizarre drink while watching the bartender make it.
“It has British gin and French absinthe,” the romance writer says. “I’d call it the International Lover.”
“Nope,” says the mystery writer.
“Think about how she described it,” the thriller writer says. “Crushed ice, a stabbed cherry… It’s probably something like Death in the Glass or Murder by Booze.”
“Wrong track entirely,” says the mystery writer. “Keep guessing.”
So they keep throwing out names until the drink is finished and the bartender drops in the stabbed cherry.
The thriller writer shakes his head. “I give up. What’s it called?” He turns to find that the mystery writer has vanished.
The romance writer looks at the bartender, “Hey, where’d she go?”
The bartender puts the weird cocktail on the bar. “I don’t know, but she finished both your drinks while you were guessing, and somebody owes me twenty-five bucks.”