Blue Long Island Iced Tea นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He glanced at me and raised an eyebrow slightly. “What is that?” I asked impatiently. “Blue Hawaii, sweet and sour mix with blue coraçao.” He poured the cocktail juice into a long glass and applied some pineapple chunks and cherries along with the mini umbrella. He laid it down in front of me with a slight smile on his face. My back immediately straightened because of the kind of smile he gave me. “Thank you.” I was about to sip on the juice when he spoke again. “Please, bring this to table six,” he ordered.

"I went into the kitchen and made one of my favorite tea recipes, Creamy vanilla flavored peach ice tea. Taught your chef something new today, he should pay me." Mrs. Dimitri makes me smile again when I see her holding two plastic cups with dome lids filled with a foamy peak creamy orange-colored iced tea. "I knew it would make you smile." She hands me a cup, and I take it, uttering a small thank you. The cold drink somehow makes me feel better about the drive. Costa, our driver, leads us to the Lexus where we take our seats at the back and settle.

she says, already halfway to the coffee pot. I open the refrigerator door, feeling the cool air hit my face, and reach for a Rees sports drink. The bottle has the distinctive R logo with the word ‘Ascend’ underneath, indicating it's a limeade flavor produced by Rees. The lake house is fully stocked with various Rees sodas, Lightning Bolt! energy drinks, and plenty of Rees products. Curiosity leads me to flip open a binder lying on the island counter, revealing a collection of blank white sheets of paper. "They're all blank?" I exclaim, slightly perplexed.

Or as our west Texas friend Dawn liked to say, "Nekkid." You couldn't see much, it was pretty dark out there, but they were obviously trashed. I started to rethink the Long Island Ice Teas, they were awfully potent, and I hadn't recognized how drunk they were to start with. It was surprisingly early for them to be this gone; these flings of theirs usually lasted until midnight, but it was barely 10:00. I gave them the drinks and chatted, hoping to see a little more, but after a bit I was directed to get another round. I didn't want the girls passing out, so I made them some sipping shots, and some shooters that were a little more risque but a little less powerful. By the time I walked back o

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬. _Ujuritaellianna ★ Bluebells' enlightenment spree was like a fundraising outreach program and only the voluntary team didn't need to raise funds. The sports knights held competition that required everyone gathered to have paid a particular amount of money to watch the games of swimming, tennis, football, basketball, hockey, volleyball etc. The book blazers had debate competitions and educative outreach programs which they got paid for while the socials held different kinds of entertainment that'd make everyone interested paying for gate fee.

Again, I was stuck in my place. “Wait.” He picked at least five bottles of white spirits, poured them into a glass of ice, then topped off with Coke and garnished it with a lemon wedge. He pushed to my front. “Try this one. A Long Island Iced tea.” I stared at him for a good few seconds before I placed down the glass of Champagne and grabbed the drink he mixed. I was quite touched by his effort to make something for me. I wished it would make me feel better, but my life lately couldn’t be fixed by a single drink. Not even sex.

What the hell was Winstock thinking, shoving a yacht club in the middle of all this? Unless, of course, Winstock didn’t plan to stop his harbor remodel with razing a local diner. Which still didn’t explain why he’d specifically dragged a St. Croix River Blue into the mix, Calder thought as he looked at his great-uncle, who hadn’t moved so much as a hair, what little he had left anyway, much less lifted a hand—or a gun—in welcome. He simply stood there, holding his ground, much as Calder assumed all the Blueberry Cove Blues had before him, and waited. Of course, the old man didn’t need a gun, or a gutting knife. Jonah Blue cut quite an imposing figure all by his lonesome. So much for imaginin

The man beside her then gave the waiter a generous tip to make him promptly go away. “Here, try this. The taste, they taste much better than the drink you got there”, he said persuasively. “This is a Mojito, a cosmopolitan, an apple matini and a Long Island iced tea”. He first pointed to the drink that has lime and mint, then to the pinky red one, then the green one and the one that looks like it name, the tea.

"Here, try this." I sighed and accepted the drink. I sipped and my eyes widened when I tasted an unfamiliar sweet yet sour taste. "It's blueberry juice," Isa said while reaching for another glass. "It's my favorite. By the way, don't drink on the glasses served by those handsome males out there." Isa pointed some male in red uniforms walking through the crowd and passing the glasses of wine on some male. "There's some sort of alcohol in those glasses and you might get drunk." "I thought alcohols are prohibited?"

Eva sitting beside her, had introduced many concoctions for the drink she liked. “How about this one, Riley? It feels lighter than before and you can smell the fruity fragrance, right?” Eva looked very enthusiastic when she spoke. Introducing many kinds of drinks to Riley was her favorite. Riley nodded, finished drinking from her glass and looked at the empty glass in her hand. "What is the name?" “Cherry Blue,” Eva replied happily, “the name is unique and it has a red color.” Eva laughed at what Riley said, she shrugged her shoulders, not knowing how to explain. Who knows, the original recipe is the bartender who made this drink.