A weekly blog feature in which our writers walk into a bar and ask the bartender to make us his or her favorite drink. Locale: Shorty’s, 2222 2nd Ave. #A, 441-5449, www.shortydog.com. BELLTOWNBartender: Pete SwansonGetting Seattleites drunk since: 2004. He says it’s been a fun five years, but I’ve caught him on a bad day. When I explain the rules of the game to Pete, he obliges by making a drink, but doesn’t react much to my attempts to engage him in a conversation. I feel like an obnoxious cockroach. Uh… well, Pete. What are we drinking tonight? It’s called a Green Mile… vodka, Midori sour, and lime juice.Why’s it your drink of choice? It’s delicious. If I’m really drinking I usually stick to Rainier, though. If you could hear any song on the jukebox right now, what would it be? I hate our jukebox. Oh. Well, what if you could pick the music on the jukebox? What music would it play then? Fucked Up. They’re from Canada.Speaking of fucked up, what’s the craziest shit you’ve seen someone do here? (This question perks Pete up a little.) Last St. Patrick’s Day somebody threw a cinder block through the door and tried to kill the doorman. That was kind of weird.How was this St. Patty’s Day? Pretty low-key, actually.Pete wanders away and I stand at the bar for about 15 minutes, attempting to figure out my next move. I wonder if I should buy a hot dog. Someone next to me gives me his business card. One of the customers keeps glaring at me for some reason. She looks like she could beat the shit out of me. I flag Pete down again.Why so serious, Pete? Can you smile for me? I’m really tired. I take this as my cue to leave. I like Pete. I’m not sure if the feeling’s mutual.