DRABBLE: stirred, not shaken
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*abhigya cuddled in bed watching a james bond movie*
*someone orders bond's signature martini, complete with the instruction "shaken, not stirred"*
*pragya muses that she's always wondered what that means...and then realizes that she finally has someone to ask!*
*pragya picks up the remote from abhi's lap and pauses the movie*
a: arre! why'd you do that fuggy, the good part's coming up, when he's going -
p: yes ok but first can you tell me what that means? shaken not stirred?
a: it's just instructions for the bartender
p: but what does it mean?
a: it means he wants the bartender to put all the ingredients in a shaker with ice before pouring it in the glass.
p: what's a shaker?
a: haaaye fuggy are you really that ignorant?
p: *glares*
a: innocent. i meant innocent. and of course you are, my bholli bhalli biwi, and i wouldn't have you any other way, and -
p: just answer the question, what's a shaker?
a: it's a...metal thing that you shake drinks in
p: do you have one?
a: yes, why?
p: i want to make this drink he's talking about
a: what? no way fuggy, you're not a trained mixologist, don't even bother -
p: how hard can it be? it's just pouring stuff and shaking it and pouring it again right? pfft, i can do that.
a: fuggy -
p: *climbs out of bed and heads for his bar in the corner of the room*
a: *gets distracted because the nightgown she's wearing is a silky minidress and it clings to her curves and -*
p: ok, so where is your shaker?
a: *sighs and gets out of bed* fuggy, this is gonna be a waste of time and ingredients -
p: grab the ice bucket from the fridge on your way here please.
a: *grabs the ice bucket...goes to the bar...pulls out his shaker and hands it to her with a skeptically raised eyebrow...*
p: *snatches the shaker...surveys the many bottles in front of her...starts to frown in confusion...*
a: *grinning* not so easy, eh fuggy? how will you know what to put in the drink?
p: well...well it's a martini, right? so i know, that means vodka! *confidently reaches for the french grey goose*
a: *smiling fondly* gin, sweetheart. and vermouth, but i don't keep any here. *steers her hand to the scottish gordon's*
p: *takes the gordon's, but frowns at him* are you sure? there must be vodka, i know it, it's called a vodka martini -
a: that is a different drink.
p: oh. fine, then gin, and ice, and the shaker and - oh there needs to be an olive! and that special glass that's wide at the top but then gets narrow like a pyramid -
a: don't have those here either, fuggy. *grabs a tall tumbler they'd usually use for water* you'll have to make do with this.
p: *starts to pout* this isn't right at all.
a: *laughing lightly* i told you, fuggy. leave it to the experts naa -
p: well, but still! i can do the shaking part. *scoops some ice into the shaker and then uncaps the gin...but pauses*
a: what happened? aren't you going to continue the experiment?
p: if i shake the gin with the ice...it'll just become watery. what's the point of that? and all the ice wouldn't even fit in this glass you brought -
a: you're supposed to strain it. the ice is just to chill it.
p: well then shaking doesn't make sense!
a: *smirking* are you saying you know better than bond?
p: i'm saying bond sounds like he likes weak drinks.
a: haaaye fuggy! you can't just say that about a man! and he's james bond, and you're saying he's weak -
p: no, i'm saying he likes weak drinks. well, nevermind this shaking business. for the stirring, i just pour the gin over the ice and...stir it? wait is there a spoon?
a: you're supposed to use a special spoon. but we don't have any kind of spoon here.
p: arre! what kind of bar is this!
a: my bedroom bar, which is designed for me, and i'm not fussy about all this!
p: well...fine, just go grab another glass.
a: i'm not your servant boy.
p: *looks at him with both eyebrows raised*
a: *rolls his eyes and gets the second glass*
p: *transfers the ice from the shaker to the glass...pours over the gin...gently swirls the glass around in circles...*
a: what are you doing, fuggy?
p: proving that i can mix a drink.
a: you're not...mixing anything. there's just gin there.
p: and ice.
a: that doesn't count.
p: yes it does! it lowers the temperature. it's not like i'm just pouring you a straight glass of gin, or pouring gin over ice. there's mixing happening here.
a: fuggy tum bhi naa, you can never admit that you're wrong.
p: i learned that from you.
a: what!
p: is there a strainer here?
a: no. i told you, i don't bother with all that.
p: uff! aap bhi naa! *starts to carefully pour the gin into the empty glass, making sure not to let any of the ice cubes fall in...splashes a bit on the counter but manages alright in the end*
a: *whistles* very nice hand eye-coordination, fuggy
p: *sets down the empty glass and picks up her 'mixed' drink and surveys it with admiration...and starts to raise it to her lips*
a: eyy fuggy! *grabs the drink from her* i thought you said you were making this for me!
p: *pouts and stares at the glass in his hand* yes but i thought i could just sip it first...
a: it's cold gin. you wouldn't like it.
p: maybe i would! i won't know until i try it naa!
a: no. it's raining outside, fuggy. i can't go chasing you if you go off your head again.
p: just one sip! i won't get drunk on one sip!
a: there's no trusting you.
p: but -
a: *takes a big swig of the 'mixed' drink*
p: *watches his face anxiously for reaction* well? how'd i do?
a: you did make it colder. good job.
p: you're being sarcastic.
a: what? you did make it colder, and that was your goal!
p: *frowning* this wasn't fun enough...can i mix some other stuff? what are other...are they called recipes?
a: arre! please, fuggy, don't waste more alcohol. i didn't even want to drink this, let alone another one.
p: who says you have to drink it!
a: i'm not letting you drink it and it would make me cry to pour it down the drain.
p: you and crying?? ok so then i definitely have to try again *reaches for the tequila at the back of the counter*
a: *grabs her hand and pulls her back towards the bed* no way fuggy, we're in the middle of a movie.
p: but -
a: i'll teach you to mix drinks some other time. downstairs, where all the rest of the stuff is.
p: pakka?
a: hanh pakka!
p: okkiii...and i'll get to try whatever i make right?
a: no.
p: but -
a: no.
p: but if you drink them all -
a: we'll make purab and aakash drink it. they'd do anything for their bhabhi right? they can be your guinea pigs.
p: hmmm...ok maybe.
a: can we please get back to bond now!
p: ok. but i can't believe he likes weak drinks. you don't like that do you?
a: would it matter if i did?
p: *pouts again*
a: okay fine...no, i don't like martinis shaken or stirred. i don't like martinis at all. ever since i met you, i don't even need alcohol to get intoxicated.
p: hayeee!! is that a compliment?
a: *mock scowls* you have to ask?
*a and p keep bickering/nok jhok bantering...until pragya unpauses the movie, and abhi shushes her because it's an important scene...and then pragya cuddles against his arm again, and abhi takes a sip of his 'mixed' gin with his free hand...bliss for them both :D*
THE END
ps mina is not an expert in mixology 😛
pps mina is also not an expert on bond...so the above contains inaccuracies...kindly let them slide!! 😉
Edited by -mina- - 10 years ago
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