Ficly

Martini

I had been staring down the martini for the past 2 hours, not able to bring myself to choke it down.

What was it with this place? Dim lights, mild piano music. It was like I was stuck to my seat and had no will to pull myself off.

The martini called to me. Drink me. Love me. All it takes is one sip and I’m yours.

I couldn’t do it, though. Something in the back of my mind yelled “don’t.” I wanted to. It looked refreshing, even though by now it was probably piss warm. Yet I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.

This story has no comments.