He sets the cosmopolitan in front of me. The lime curl hugs the rim. I stir the cocktail with a straw. The cranberry glistens under the bar lights. Without a moment to waste, I take a large slurp. It fizzes on my tongue and tickles my temples. The liquid courage pumps my heart. I spin on my stool and spy the dance floor. I scan the selection of men for a dance partner and my next drink buyer.
A swarve short story.