The way she held her rime-covered glass you would think she was a member of the Bacchae. It wasn’t ham-fisted, but rather reverentially, almost ritually. She lifted it to her face, the icy condensation cooling her flushed skin. Without regard for who was watching, she ran a finger up the side, lifting a drop of water and licking it from her fingertip, as a lover would a tear from her desire’s cheek.
Handing her empty to the bartender, she closed her eyes, perhaps in prayer.
“I’ll have another,” she whispered solemnly. “This time don’t forget the lime.”
*This week we were given a page from the Oxford English Dictionary. The ninety-ninth page, to be exact. From this page, we chose any word, any definition, to use in our post. And instead of the typical 33-333 word limit, we were asked for 99 words exactly.