Pulling into the drive, she shifts to park and heaves a sigh. Another weary week at a close, leaving the work but grabbing the whiskey, her black pencil skirt stretches as she exits the car. A deep voice calls out "Hello there." The new neighbor.
"Hello" She returns his friendly wave with a jingle of her keys, her curves swaying as she climbs the step to her door, INSERTS her key, and ENTERS leaving all but relaxation and self-indulgence behind its SOLID oak. Finally ... HOME.
Her back against the door, she tosses her keys in the bowl and removes her heels, throwing them carelessly aside. Padding across the hardwood to the kitchen for a glass. Twisting the top, breaking the seal, the complex scent drifts toward her as the liquid flows from vessel to vessel. She brings the crystal to her lips, inhaling deeply before sipping, tasting, swallowing, enjoying the heat on its long journey down her throat.