Martinis
Excitement writ large on two faces
Martinis. Classic.
Smiling, he murmured
How do I make it?
Childlike glee turned cherubic disappointment
Charmed, he promised fairy godmother-like
Don’t worry, I’ll find out!
Wish I had a flowing gown to match that classy conical glass!
I’d wish I was on a romantic date but this is better!
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Martinis we said, not champagne!!!
No glasses available, ma’am
he tossed
Enthusiasm renewed, they faced each other
3 olives, 2 olives, here’s yours and here’s mine and here’s to us!
It’s so…
Bitter?
Awful!
Absolutely!
Martini dreams discarded, they split a dish of calamari and reminisced often during the friendship born over a disastrous martini.
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@ N: In the words of the kind of man I fall for..”Abso-fucking-lutely!”
heh. he.eh.heh
about time 😀
let’s do this again, you and I. go be silly.