Tiny drabble-esque shot, based on a cocktail called "Light My Fire"
-j&p-
"You're drunk" he accused, and she didn't reply but just kept eyeing him with that come and fuck me look. "But damn, I am too, so what the hell" he muttered to himself before he pounced. Her lips curved up in a pre-satisfaction smile and she stroked her hands down his back until she could pull his shirt from his pants. "Are you going to remember this in the morning?" she teased.
He growled and flipped her against the wall. She flattened her palms against the cool surface and curled her nails against it when he stepped behind her, close enough to feel how hard he was for her. His palms were warm and rough as they hiked her dress over her bare hips. "I'm going to remember this every morning."
-j&p-
Light My Fire:
1 oz Gin
½ oz St-germain
½ oz Lemon Juice
¼ oz Green Chartreuse
Pour the green chartreuse in a cocktail glass. Put the gin, St-Germain, Lemon juice in a shaker with ice and shake. Light the green chartreuse on fire; strain the content of the shaker over the flame.