Friday evening. A long week of work.
A jigger of Bombay gin. A splash of vermouth. The two mix with ice, the liquids melding with the melting cubes, creating a reassuring clink against the metal of the shaker.
Two olives at the bottom of a crystal glass. Cold liquid poured into the glass. Condensation forms instantly, and beads of sweat trickle down the sides.
A sip - nectar! - and the work week is but a distant memory.