Amber. Novels & Stories

Unfortunately for me, I had to deal with a dude but I’m still confident. Amber taps her palm together signalling us to get ready and immediately she gives the go-ahead sign, I hurriedly began to chunk down the bigger bottle. I pay full attention to my pace in drinking and tried not to concentrate on my opponent who in my opinion seemed to be taking his time and that confused me a little bit.

Amber went straight to the kitchen, and take out some glasses and while Emilie waited for me. "Amanda darling, this is a beautiful day, Troy is dead. Your ticking bomb is gone, we should celebrate." Amber as usual said things that made sense, why was I so worked up by his death? I took the drink that Amber had just made, and sipped it slowly. I was liking the warming effect it gives to my body. "Amber, wow...you really know the drink for all kinds of situations. I'm liking this one, it gives me warmth..." I said honestly.

Nevertheless, she smiles as she walks up to her birthday cake ready to blow out the candles. "Don't forget to make a wish!" Alex reminds her. We all surround her and watch as she thinks. Chris brings up the camera and gets ready to capture the perfect moment. Not too long after, Amanda's eyes light up as a smile forms on her face before she blows out her candles.

I fight back a tear and walk in to join the girls back on the dance floor. Amber hands me a mason jar and puts her finger to her lips. She winks at me, which is more of a blink. She is trying to signal to me that it contains her dad’s homemade moonshine. She apparently has had quite a bit tonight because she starts giggling when I take it from her.

CHAPTER 14 "Are you sure you are really cool with that? I mean, you could barely handle alcohol." Amelia spoke worried on seeing Alyssa handling her fourth bottle. Alyssa who's head had fallen to the table finally rised back up to look at her friend. She laughed tipsily and drank up another cup. "Don't be silly Amy. It's just whiskey." She dragged her words. "Yeah! A Highly toxified one." Amelia raised a brow. "Huh?" Alyssa squicked shrinking her eyes at the bottle.

*Amber* The air is thick with the scent of damp concrete and distant smoke, a constant reminder of the city’s decay. I walk through the crumbling streets, my boots crunching on shards of glass and debris, each step echoing against the walls of forgotten buildings. My heart thrums in my chest as I move, a mix of determination and trepidation fueling my journey.

But tonight, something has changed. The drinks arrive. Amanda sits at the bar, her fingers curls around a clear glass filled with Grey Goose vodka. It looks like water, clean and sharp, but the cold bite in the air tells her it’s anything but soft. The bartender has added a second drink beside it—Malibu Piña Colada, soft and creamy, with a light yellow glow under the dim lights. It smelled sweet, like coconut and summer.

I drink whatever you drink. I mix the Bourbon, Sweet Vermouth, Angostura Bitters, and ice cubes like a pro in the mixing glass. I feel his eyes looking at me, but I keep my attention on what I'm doing. I poured the contents into two glasses and garnished them with two cherries on a steel toothpick. Then, I picked up the glasses and walked over to Angel. - I hope you like it. It's a Manhattan. Angel picks up the glass and tastes it. His face lights up, and he moans.

In Country A, Amber had just finished filming a scene for the day. Exhausted, she made her way to the break room. It was the peak of summer, and the sweltering heat left her glistening with sweat after even the smallest scene. “Amber, have some water. It’s lemonade—it’ll help cool you down,” Annie said gently as she approached, offering Amber a glass of lemonade she had prepared. It was light on ice and sugar—carefully adjusted to fit Amber’s strict diet.

"So what's the occasion, you know I'm not good with suspense " "Well let's get seated and grab bottles of wines", I said heading to the wine booth. But there was no alcohol there, just regular fruit juice. "Hey, I'm trying to stay clean for at least 9 months, so yes you will drink Lemon and lime wine", Amber said. "Works anyway ", I said and handed them glasses. "So .... we haven't seen each other in 8 months now if I'm correct, before I say my surprise, I'd like to know how far we've all improved in our lives, let's start from Asher ", I said.