What's my name?

She spied him across the crowded bar,
And speared him with a shrill peroxide wail.
'Tonyyy!! Daarrrrling!! It's been ages, why didn't you call!?'

'I did,' he lied, 'But you were never in.'

She nodded wisely.
'Well I'm a busy girl you know!'
And waggled hips that knew the move.

He swallowed.
She advanced, shark eyed, lips poised.

Elbow in the ribs.
'Chris, mate, drink up, we're leaving'
A shrug, a smile, an escape.
She pouted as he passed, talons raised to grasp.

Outside he breathed again.
Drink can make you do terrible things.

And they never remembered your name.

Wine

I can't pretend this headache

Is a cold that's coming one,

I've just looked in the kitchen

And can see the red wine's gone.

I doubt that it evaporated,

Given how I feel,

I much more likely drank it all

Which means this headache's real.

Oh evil tasty red delicious 

devils brew that's you,

All lovely, smooth and teasing

What's a thirsty girl to do??

But groping for my cup of tea

With dehydrated brain,

I know that come the next excuse

I'll do it all again!

Just the One

Too many facts I can't absorb,
They make my grey cells ache,
So stop with all the 'did you knows?'
You're making a mistake!

There's itching in my brain pan,
And my memory sieve's full up,
Another though will cause such damage
I can't bear to look!

So, quickly go and get some wine,
You'll have me in your debt,
Quick! I feel an idea forming,
It's a very real threat!

Calamity! You were too late,
I told you to be quick!
Best fetch some whiskey, (single malt mind)
That should do the trick!