Dry martini

Yet, when he arrives at the party, everybody is dressed in typically modern urban fashion and is dancing the Charleston and mambo, and drinking dry martini, frappé mint, or whisky.

“I approve,” Max, commented as he eyes took in the beauty before him, “are you still drinking dry martini.” “Yes,” replied Maria. Max beckoned a waiter over. “A dry martini with lemonade for the lady and I’ll have a Jack Daniel’s and coke, with plenty of ice.”

The pier, in whose dank shadows she and boys whose names she has forgotten drank dry martini straight from the bottle, long after Thomas had disappeared.