Cupcake?
I currently have a tray of tequila cupcakes on my kitchen counter.

After meeting a lovely friend and (sadly, briefly) her charming companion for beverages and Trans-Atlantic nachos, we then set forth to patronize a local discothèque. Once running after busses and hiding in bushes to avoid avenging parental units was accomplished, we realized the fatiguing effect of these behaviours and opted to retire for films at my domicle. In the process of reaching said haven, we proceeded to traumatize a bus with random antics best described as cute and semi-canibalistic.

Upon arriving, we were quick to construct a crude form of margarita without tequila, but instead gin and Stoli Raspberry. While unorthodox, it was quite palatable with the addition of  orange juice. It must be noted for future cocktails that gin is far too discordant to be used in a mixed fruit drink such as ours. Vodka would suit well, but there is no substitute for distillation of agave. Still, even a patchwork cocktail can be saved by the right company and Jim Henson's work proved to be an excellent complement to our tinker's drinks.

Just before the last buses were scheduled, we strolled down towards the stop, only to be waylaid by well dressed celebrants outside the Heritage Hall. Fresh from a wedding, they tempted us with "Margarita cupcakes", then bequethed us a whole tray. Astounded by providence, we proceeded onwards, sharing Fate's bounty with fellow explorers of the night.

Sadly, this delayed us more than expected and the desired bus fled into the night without it's passenger. Still, the surpisingly strong desserts  buoyed us and we proceeded to pass them to others wandering through the dark. At one point we handed them to passing motorist, after thanking us for this reverse drive thru, he inquired if they would impair his driving ability. I admited that I had no idea whatsoever, but as he sped off into the night, he could be seen devouring his bounty, sweet-tooth stronger than self-preservation.

Dawn found us sleeping in front of the television, looping Surrealist cinema like a flag to the night's events. The cupcakes, while reduced in numbers, stood in the kitchen with their lime slice toppings still brilliant green. Confusing roommates and tempting ignition with their fumes, a reassuring symbol of life not being an evaporating dream. Taking one of the remaining cupcakes, I watched the grey dawn light through the clouds and with the snoring of pretty woman in the other room, I smiled at everything.