Follow Yvette the maid

Molly got such a creepy vibe off her boyfriend's boss, she didn't want to spend more time than necessary with him.

"I could use a drink," she said.

"Marvelous!" Harold exclaimed. "I have a most excellent bar tender employed for the evening! He'll get you whatever your heart desires!"

"So he'll get me a taxi?," She thought to herself as she followed the stacked blonde maid away from the men.

As Harold had said, there was a literal ballroom in the mansion. Yvette led her through open ornate double doors. A huge bar was just left of the entrance and a tall, narrow-faced black man with a fade haircut was behind it. The vast room was otherwise unoccupied.

"The first guest is here, Rex!" Yvette gushed in her insipidly cheerful voice.

"Welcome, welcome, welcome!" The bartender exclaimed. "What can I make you?"

"I'll just have a white wine," she said.

"A classy drink for a classy lady!" The bartender said with a wink.

He poured from a bottle of chilled Chardonnay into a wine glass with a pink frosted rim.

"What's with this?" She asked, frowning.

"Just a little pink sugar to make things festive!" He said. "It's a party, after all!"

To Molly, this completely defeated the point of a "classy drink". She had a bad history with brightly colored cocktails. But decoration was better than drinking something bright pink, she supposed. She could discretely scrape off the frosted rim.

She took a tentative sip. The pink sugar tingled a bit on her lips. She wondered briefly what would do that until she registered the taste.

Strawberries. It tasted like wine and strawberries. But not any strawberry. The perfect strawberry. Fresh picked strawberries on a late summer morning at Grandma's house. Discretely perloined strawberries when mom had said not to spoil her appetite before dinner. Strawberry jam eaten straight out of the jar with a spoon because fuck the diet.

Strawberries...

The frosted rim was gone before her glass was half empty. At some point she had just started licking it.

"Can I pour you another?" The bartender asked.

"Yes, Please!" Molly said, and drained the rest of the wine so as not to be wasteful.

The **** was hitting her stronger than usual and she felt a pink glow rising on her cheeks as Yvette took her empty glass and Rex filled another pink-rimmed goblet. It really did make things much more festive. She liked pink.

She was careful not to drink her second glass so quickly. It worked out well. By taking smaller sips, the ratio of sugar to wine was higher and the strawberry flavor was even more intense. So win-win! She got to enjoy the pink sugar even more and not risk getting drunk!

"You know, if you like the pink sugar, there are cookies frosted with it on that tray over there," the helpful bartender told her as Yvette tottered off on her high heels to answer the door bell.

"Really?" Molly exclaimed. "That's awesome!"

This party might be not so bad after all. The host was a creep but the snacks were fabulous! Rich people really did have better food!

Molly was in cookie heaven when the next guests were ushered in by Yvette.