We filled the bucket with juice and ice. We dropped in a couple of other things

Some like it with muddled fruit and some like it with old memories in an umbrella and a straw. 

We threw in lemon wedges and salt.

We poured, from a plastic mug, bright soda that fizzled and hissed.

We stirred it with a ladle and scooped a little up to taste. It taste interesting and confusing. 

They drank it till they dropped.

We drank it on the roof with just the right amount of rain. We put our feet up on lumpy cushions and listened to good bad music. 

As everyone slept, we threw out the leftover potion. 

It gurgled down the drain pipe and another Saturday dissolved away.