She learned about martinis from her father.
Monsters he called them.
Give me another monster.
He insisted that they be served so cold that the chips of ice were still dissolving as you lifted it for the first cleansing sip.
If it isn’t cold, you’re just drinking a big glass of warm gin.
She holds the stem and lifts the glass to her mouth.
Not cold enough.
Doesn’t matter.
She takes two big swallows.
She can feel the white heat traveling down and down, across her chest, into her stomach.
The tension loosens.
“Another?” asks the barman.
“Please. But colder.”
A freezing cold martini it is then! Intriguing take on the prompt.
Learned behaviour that still leaves questions of where she is now.
WHAT … gin not vodka. Curses …!!! LOL
Interesting write on the etiquette of a martini.
Isadora 😎
Being a nondrinker, I know nothing about martinis or their effect on the drinker. Apparently, it’s more potent than I realized. I’ve always thought a martini was a relatively benign drink?