FOR ME, A TREAT

I took some posters and flyers into the pub and said, ‘here’s the posters and flyers I said I’d bring.’
‘Thanks,’ he said, ‘got time for a quick half?’
‘Time for a quick short,’ I said and he looked at me in a way that said, ‘cheeky.’
He got a couple of brandy glasses and put a single from the optics into each one.
‘Cheers,’ I said holding my glass towards his.
He touched his glass against mine, ‘cheers.’
‘Mmm,’ I said, ‘smooth.’
‘It’s okay,’ he said, ‘but it’s not the best. If I really want a treat I have to pay £70 a bottle.’