“Gah, I need a drink!” the blonde said as she swept into her best friend’s house.
“I have the tea on,” her friend replied rolling her eyes at the dramatics on display.
“Tea, dahling won’t do me a bit of good. Got anything stronger?” the blonde said, slumping into the chintz covered chair.
The friend just laughed and picked up the two teacups on the table. Pretty little things with violets and gilt edging.
“Tequila or vodka? Take your pick,” the friend said showing the words painted on the cups.
The friend got a good laugh as the blonde’s mouth dropped open. When she finally recovered she chose the tequila cup, since a good margarita was in her mind. The tea was bracing, and hey, with the right mental image, anything is possible.