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The bottle was grimy in the candlelight. It beckoned her, mocked her.
It had been three months since rum burned her throat, three months since she reeked of whisky. She stared at the bottle, licking dry lips. If she stretched out her hand…
“Can’t handle it, can you?” She shrank back, bristling like an angry wildcat.
The man uncorked the bottle and measured out a shot. Juniper berries tickled her nose; her mouth watered. “Taste it.”
There was a pause, broken when she threw the gin into his face, snarling. “Fuck off.”
Silence, and then the man vanished, the bottle with him, leaving her alone with thirst and desire.