So You Bloody Said

What was the point? Going over old rope, over the same critique's from him and expectations from her? Over a nice bottle of red, he said. When they both knew they were done.

She never liked red, anyhow.  Gave her heartburn and not the crisp, flutter of intoxicating white. Her likeable friend who got her giddy without side effects. Thank goodness she had a friend waiting for her with it's chilled coat on. So there they sat across the table - white versus red. His next move now scuppered. 

A nippy little line cracked the edge of her glass, making her lip bleed. A droplet of blood tainted the white and with narrowed eyes he smirked at her.  Perhaps she'd not made herself clear. His glass of red went over him, in a beauty of a splat as well, and the white followed seconds after. Well, they do say that white wine helps to rid a red wine stain, don't they...?  It did the trick. Nicely. And the troublesome blot cleared off his Mercedes Benz.

Next day,  she ordered a whole rack of the white, amiable stuff and sipped a glass as she surfed.  Dating agencies were so vast these days. But she was picky. Profile's had to meet her distinct approval.  She stopped on Doug. Seemed a nice fellow and he had the perfect likings. A red wine lover most of all. Click!