Bloody Mary

That time when I poured a Bloody Mary over your head and the stick of celery landed so pathetically on the floor at your feet that we just had to laugh.

That time when I ordered another Bloody Mary and poured it over my own head and then you stepped on the celery sticks and they crunched under your feet as we kissed.

“You’ve got tomato juice on your trainers.”
“Well, you’ve got tabasco on your tits.”

I haven’t ordered another Bloody Mary since.


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