Blue Long Island Iced Tea Novels & Stories

On the rim, there was a slice of peach and watermelon instead of lemon. “Thanks,” I said and sipped on it a little. She was right. The liquor tasted good. “Did you order this one? What’s the name of this drink?” Jiezel shrugged her shoulders. She looked a little bit tipsy to me, but can still manage her own movements. “No, I didn’t order it. The bartender gave me seven cocktail glasses earlier and said that it is on the house. It’s called Blue Lotus.” “Wow, that’s generous of him,” I remarked, smiling, and then sipped on the blue liquid again.

I chose Long Island as it might be milder because it said iced tea. I pointed my finger at number fifteen before I spoke. “I’ll take Long Island iced tea.” “Are you sure?” “Is it bad? I thought it’d be nicer since it’s iced tea.” “It’s not iced tea. It is named after that because of the color.” “Oh…” “But you’ll be fine. We can take that.” He said as he gave my order. If anything, I was glad he didn’t laugh or tease me for my ignorance and instead told me what he knew.

Ian chortled before standing up to another side of the large bottle reservoir and tapped on the lids of the bottles with his long fingers before zeroing in on one and pulling it out. "This one is sweet so be careful about it", he said, pouring her a cup. The liquid was an electric blue colour. Ashley did NOT take it from him. "Your loss I suppose", he shrugged, bringing it to his mouth. Ashley didn't like to drink, but the color was electric blue. It was so pretty, and he said it was sweet, so it wouldn't be too bad. She snatched it from his hand before it got to his lips and took a sip. He was right, it was sweet.

"Oh. That one. Yeah, most people think she’s an angel. But trust me, she’s anything but. A devil in a pretty disguise. And just so you know, they’re not into boys. They’re engaged. To each other." He raised a brow in amusement, then handed me the drink. I took a sip. The bitterness slapped my tongue first—sharp, citrusy, with a burn that settled right in my chest like a slow-building fire. "What the hell is this?" I winced. "Long Island Iced Tea," he said with a smug look. "It’s not supposed to go down smooth. It’s supposed to make you calm." "Well, mission accomplished," I muttered. "I think I’m charming enough to make her change teams, though," he said, voice teasing.

I was so disappointed when I didn't see you. Avery made him a cup of tea with blueberry muffins. He thanked her, then he took a sip and said, "I have never seen blue tea before, what is it called?" Avery smiled and replied, "It's Butterfly Pea Flower tea." Xavier drank the blue tea and left the muffins untouched because he didn't have a sweet tooth. An hour later, the food was served. The food was delicious. Avery looked at him; Xavier was eating with grace and nobility.

Excitement filled the air as I joined the rest of the group. " Gauravi, come and join us. " An old lady Mrs Iyer asked me to sit beside her, she was very sweet with me as she saw that I had come to the trip on my own. So she felt the need to take me under her wings. But I liked her gesture and joined her. " What will you have for a drink? " I asked her as I was getting one for myself. " Oh, a lime juice please. " She said I got one lime juice for her and a coconut water for myself. She smiled

Earlier that day, I’d been sunning on the beach, and now Mother Nature had invited Jack Frost over for a nightcap. “How much did you have to drink?” Jesse asked Julie. “She’s had way too much,” I answered for her. “I bet she’ll puke all over the truck.” “Hey!” Julie said. “I can answer for myself.” Her gaze turned to Jesse. “Mr. Gorgeous, Handsome Prince, I had lots of beers, a Long Island iced tea, more beers, and some shots,” she answered. “Oh, and there was this one bubbly purple thing, the color of that dinosaur on the kids’

, Blue asked, " He asked me what I was doing so I told me I was waiting for you ", " Waiting for me? Why?", " To know if the master wife likes the tea I made", she said and looked at the cup, " I'm so happy, she must love it to drink everything ", she said and laughed loudly. Blue cleared her throat awkwardly, ' is she that happy? Oh goodness! She'll break my head if I tell her that I was the one who drank it ', Blue said in her mind but she has no choice but to tell her.

The last time I drank, it was at a bar, and I passed out after three or four beers. “I’ll have a Long Island iced tea,” I say quickly, peeking at the menu and knowing if I don’t speak up, Robert will saddle me with something that is bound to knock my socks off. Robert gives me a strange look. “You sure?” “Yes,” I nod firmly. “I’m not going to have any alcohol. Tea works for me.” “But a Long Island is—” “Just order what you want,” I interrupt him. “I’ve already decided.” He presses his lips together as if to suppress a smile and points to something on the menu. “I’ll have one of these beers.”

“What would you order?” Suddenly, Blue averted her gaze. Pressed on regardless. “I’d order two coffees and a cheese and tomato sandwich—a mocha have-here and a takeaway long black,” Blue took pause. As she did, she scanned the crowd of those who had since begun to queue. Wondered how many suffered the same silent fate as she. Somehow, felt no sympathy for those who did. There were worse fates, she was rather aware. Yet her self-sympathy somehow lingered. “The mocha and sandwich would keep me full until lunch. I’d save the black for mid-afternoon when I get hungry again,”