Bear And Burton Bloody Mary Mix Mga Nobela at Kwento

--- Dinner was… an experience. The menu consisted of dishes that looked normal enough—roasted meats, glazed vegetables—but every goblet at the table was filled with blood. I stuck to water. Which, by the way, made me the only person in the room not drinking blood, and I could feel the curious stares from the other guests.

“Martini? Vodka on the rocks?” I pull out my silencer and Jonas’ eye go wide as saucers. His petrified gaze shifts rapidly back and forth between the gun and my face. “Bloody Mary,” I tell him and shoot at his dick. A deep shade of red blossoms like a flower and spreads through his robe, changing it to a deep maroon colour and Jonas slumps onto the ground. Blood splatters on the brunette too and she screams, running away faster than you can say ‘bye’ while the tall lean man stands frozen like a statue.

"I just wish it tastes good as how it looks good." I chuckle. "Aren't you gonna endorse to me your drink before I take a sip from it?" "Well..." He smiles away. "That's a cocktail containing vodka, tomato juice, and combinations of other spices and flavorings. And did you know?" My lips begin to smile wider. "Bloody Mary has been called the world's most complex cocktail." He added. Suddenly he extended to me me three Tabasco, "To spice up your Bloody Mary." I take it with my hand. "I think you've sold your drink pretty well."

Anyway, the three of us stepped into a nearby tavern and immediately got welcomed by the stench of rum and the sweaty bodies of tens of men, all drinking and laughing like there was no tomorrow. With the drought going around the country and most of Europe, it was a surprise that these people could still be so merry. "Bartender," Nikolaus walked straight to the counter where a female bartender stood. "Get us your finest cups of... The usual." The female bartender raised her head the second those words came out of Nikolaus's mouth. The 'usual' he was talking about was nothing other than the bloody Mary, a drink served to vampires. The bartender seemed to be familiar with Nikolaus but that wasn

It smelt of fresh cinnamon. The smell of home. My safe haven. I took off my shirt and hung it on my hook. I strode to my rack of gins, my eyes scanning my collection for something strong. Something Strong enough to burn my pains away, yet mild to keep me grounded and active. I saw an 1878 Don Mario Vintage and smirked. Exactly what I wanted. I turned a glass and quickly poured out a little amount in the glass. If I take that drink to my work table I might get drunk and not do anything productive.