Awakening with Shaggers Suds

The sun dipped low over Albany as Tilly cracked her first Shaggers Suds. The hiss was a promise;

the scent, citrus and barley with a flirt of rebellion. She sipped—and the

world sharpened. Crisp. Electric. Like biting into a lemon kissed by

lightning. Her pulse quickened. Her cheeks flushed. The beer danced on her tongue,

a perfect blend of cheek and charm. She laughed, loud and free, as if the brew had

whispered secrets to her soul. It wasn’t just refreshing—it was awakening. She texted her mates:

“This isn’t beer. It’s destiny.” And just like that, the night began.