Poisoned Noodle Soup: Genre Undetermined

[penthius]

She took the last sip of plum wine and held it in her mouth, savoring the rich sweetness, knowing that it might be the last time she would be able to taste such fine wine. She lifted her bowl of noodles and poured a bit of the broth into the wine cup, then brought it to her lips and drank. Then she set aside the bowl and waited for the poison that had been in her soup noodles to take effect. The first sign was a tightening in her chest and a strange warmth in her belly. She pressed her hand against the side of her kimono, as if that would help to prevent the inevitable. She closed her eyes and prepared to nearly die. Her eyes flew open again in alarm when she realized that the bowl of noodles, barely touched, might warn them that their plan hadn't worked. She pushed herself--

Inspiration: A glass of plum wine.
Story Potential: High?
Notes: Not entirely sure that the potential of this is not merely my personal bias in favor of Asian skullduggery...and, well, skullduggery in general.