They told me I could only get drunk on alcohol. My feet were immobile, glued to the floor. I knew from experience that alcohol slowed the mind and made you warm all over. It slurred your speech and made talking difficult. You came up to me looking like gin and tonic on the rocks. A hangover would be in store for me tomorrow morning, but I don’t care, I loved drinking in the sight of you one sip at a time. Tonight you are mine and mine only, not even will I share you with the alcoholic at the bar. By the morning, I will have forgotten your name and what you wore, but somewhere in the back of my mind, the memory of red wine lips will stay.