We are my favorite drink: on the rocks. We look inviting, garnished and neat. I used to drink us down, raced to the bottom of our night. Ignored the spotted glass, tossed the ice in the sink.
We are my favorite drink: decanted past pure. Open to others who favor our taste. We sit on display, guests know what they are waiting for.
We are my favorite drink but, I’ll skip the pour. I’m sorry to say, I’m not drinking anymore.