"Duh," Doody said, moving around and looking for the right stuff. Bourbon. Bitters. Sugar cubes. An orange.
He picked up a knife and his brow furrowed. He probably shouldn't be doing this when he was a little drunk. But he could be careful. He peeled a two pieces of the rind off with the knife and then started mixing the drinks - dissolving the sugar in the bitters and adding the ice and lots and lots of bourbon. His dad had topped his up with soda water, but screw that. He added the twist of orange rind and a cherry.