Blue Long Island Iced Tea Novels & Stories

"What's our special today, Uncle?" Uncle Chuck frowned. His eyes, which were dull and lined with age lines, scanned all the ice creams in the filled box. "Since it's so cold outside, how about we recommend mint-blueberry and dark chocolate? Ah, don't forget about all our hot menus. I made hot caramel and vanilla late."

I wiped my lips and quickly placed my glass down, “This isn’t alcohol, it’s tea. Would you like me to get some for you?” “What?” Mr Alexavier furrowed his brow, “Are you sure that’s tea?” “Yes, Sir.” I nodded quickly, “I can’t drink alcohol because the effects would be really bad for me. However, I could drink three glasses and still be fine right now.” Mr Alexavier leaned towards me, glanced at my glass, and then snorted briefly, “That’s Long Island, Cassandra. That’s not tea; it’s a drink with a high alcohol content.” I blinked my eyes quickly.

Blue asked. “They’re folded in the drawer,” Katleya answered without looking at him. “Thanks.” Blue took the shorts and put them on. “Done.” Katleya turned to face him, only to be greeted by the sight of his toned, shirtless body. “Shall we start?” Blue asked, showing her the drinks. “This is my first time. Guide me,” Katleya said. “Easy,” Blue replied with a smile. The two sat on the floor and poured all the junk food into one container. Then they opened the bottles of Smirnoff and San Mig Light. Sitting against the bed, they placed the snacks and beer between them.

" I set the tray down with a flourish. In the dim light, the porridge looked like it was powered by a lithium battery. It was glowing. It was vibrant. It was, for lack of a better word, aggressively cyan. "It’s very... blue," Alaric noted, squinting through the gloom. "It is ze extract of ze Blue Algae from ze depths of ze Mediterranean," I lied, my heart dancing a jig. "Rich in antioxidants and ze pigmentation of health. One bowl, and your internal organs will sing like ze bluebirds of Lyon." "I don't know if I can eat," he moaned. "My stomach is a war zone."

Observing every loop and holes to get the real intent behind her question. "Hmmm... Wonderful...!!!" He said. "Do you mean... that... it's going to be just the last time we're going to be together...?" Somira asked, looking so downcasted. Attending to them, a bar attendant came over to meet them with his oval-shaped tray, and on it were the glasses of drinks which the couple seated behind them ordered for. This time, it was a male personnel. He was looking so handsome and dashing in his sky blue coloured shirt, and a pair of black trousers... well tucked in... with his designers' belt neatly placed in packaging. His hair was obviously black, with a little at one end, tinted in yellowish gold

Should I buy one for Miss Bea and Jessie since I saw them both not going out? I heaved a sigh and decided to buy two for the both of them. But I am about to go back inside when I remember Mr. Rozieden's face staring confusely on his computer. His face keeps appearing on my head even if he looks annoying in my mind. He should drink an energizer or a healthy drinks to relax his mind. Is he into sweets and cold drinks or those who are not really sweet but cold to refresh his mind? I don't love orange flavor but I think that flavor is too sweety for a boss like him. But healthy drinks is better so I decided to pick pineapple flavor since it is not that sweet just like the other.

"I want Hurricane." Hurricane was... a little gross. But it was really fun, cheap drinks, all young people like us. They were named after their own signature cocktail 'the Hurricane' which was some form of a Long Island mixed with Blue Curacao. It had so much alcohol in it that the bartenders would make a tick on your hand each time you ordered one. Once you had an X, they wouldn't give you a third. "I'm down!" Abby insists. "I could use one of those blackout cocktails they make."

It must be expensive; I hope that's enough to make him actually believe I'm from a rich and stable family. “That's nice.” Ethan said, then he turned towards the bartender. “I'll have two bottles of Tequila Ley .925,” “Tequila Ley .925 is a premium tequila brand produced in the highlands of Jalisco, Mexico, using 100% Blue Weber agave. The brand offers a range of tequilas, including Blanco, Reposado, Añejo, Añejo Cristalino, Extra Añejo, and Gran Reserva Extra Añejo. Which do you want, sir?” The bartender asked, his gaze dwindling between mine and Ethan's. The bartender had a Spanish accent.

He slides a yellow card across the counter. "Kachiiiiing..." Amaya's smile is stretched ear to ear as her tiny, slender fingers snatch the credit card away. "Two Long Island Iced Teas for the ladies and a Kahlua on the Rocks for the credit card generous gentleman over there. Oh, three shots and a bottle of tequila. We have to start on a good note." She over-politely orders from the blond bartender.

I will make the Greek gods jealous that such beauty who talked about their appearance is snatched from them, quivering under the intensity of a mortal It was almost time for the event and I, for the first time since 3 AM, laid eyes on my Chocolate. She had this beautiful blue satin silk gown on. It had a very provocative layout. It was a sleeveless dress. It showed off her cleavage, the waist was defined, and her hips looked precise. She did represent "Everything Blue." Electrifying, radiant, and provocative. She showed me how much of a weakling she can make me. My eyes went dark. Dark from hunger, need, and jealousy.