Scotch

  Plumes of smoke twisted around her long manicured fingersnails making spirals in the frosty air.  She looked like most New Yorkers on any given day and especially on Valentines evening – shrouded in black.  Severely straight, dyed black hair. Black turtle neck. Tight, short black skirt.  Black pantyhose and tall black stiletto boots.  Leaning against a hotel wall, she spoke to a man who seemed more interested in her than she did in him.  She looked out into the night and took a drag on her cigarette.  “I taught my girls to drink scotch!” She proudly proclaimed flicking ashes onto the sidewalk.

As we passed by, I imagined her instructing her teenage daughters. “Now, girls, sophisticated woman only drink scotch!  It’s a taste you must acquire!” 

In what situation would she be telling her girls to drink scotch?  What girls?  It made me wonder, as I tried to invent situations where this phrase might fit.  Might be a good start to a short story.