I may not be your cup of tea…., something so fresh and warm you drink in the morning to wake you up. The feeling of perfect security, a warm blanket that soothes you on that cold rainy night when you are all alone. I am not something your mother gives you when you are upset about your favourite toy broke or something your grandmother makes you every time you come over to her house.
….But I am your tenth shot of tequila, something so irresistible that you can't help but drink every, last drop of me. Something that makes you light up inside like a wildfire, spreading a sizzling warmth of bliss throughout your every nerve and for one moment, two moments, three moments, you forget every trouble in the world and sink into the inexplicable glory of having me coursing through your veins, making you feel so light and feathery that you can fly off into the heavens and never come down,never stop moving forward a childlike joy replacing all sensible thoughts.
Then you crash. You come off your high and you realise all the things you did last night, regretting every last minute. You reach for that cup of tea sitting on your countertop and then the day progresses, but, as night comes, you can't help but stare at that bottle of tequila and that shot glass perched on top of the bar table, the stool parallel to it. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9… and I'm your tenth shot of tequila all over again
"My Name is Magnus Bane, What's Yours?"
"Alexander Lightwood." he says shyly
"Well, Alexander, we are going to have so much fun." I say with a grin. " Time for your tenth shot of tequila."