I pour Fallen Angel a glass of champagne to enjoy as I rub her feet and she watches TV as we relax for a few hours after a day of shopping. She asks if I will be drinking any champagne. I tell her I have an idea for more appropriate celebratory drink for me.
I go to the bathroom of her hotel room. Fallen Angel has left her toilet unflushed and its contents are a tempting pale yellow. I take a water glass, plunge my hand in and come up with a full glass of the mixture of her golden pee and toilet water. I transfer it to a nice wine glass provided by the hotel. My drink looks like a weak white wine and is really quite palatable -- only slightly acidic and actually rather refreshing.
I wash my hands and return the bedroom. Fallen Angel and I toast the New Year and both enjoy our drinks.
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