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He gently pressed on it and the bookshelf slid aside, revealing an underground bar buzzing with people and soft jazz music. It was quite the opposite of the restaurant, much more livelier. "Wow," "It's called a speakeasy." He answered my first question. "As in speak and easy?" "Yes," he drew out a chair for me as soon as we approached an empty table. "What will you like to have?" "No food, I've had enough for tonight." "A drink, then?" "Yeah, no alcohol. If they do mocktails, I will be needing something with apple taste." "Alright, I'll be back, babe. Lemme get our orders."

In any case, she's mature enough to have filled out in the right spots and her tits swing with her rhythm as she grinds her pelvis against the pole. The bar's busy, humming with customers; all male, most watching the girl over the tops of their glasses; cocktails bedecked with umbrellas, silk flowers and other crap bling. One, fat, middle-aged and wet-lipped; shoves his cocktail glass across the bar. "I'll have a Tequila Sunrise." I can't remember the damned ingredients for the cocktail, but I have a phone propped below the counter. Not my phone, just a phone... a recipe app open and at the ready.

"Can I get you a glass of water?" I pointed toward the highboy across the room. "There's water over there." Dr. Beck held the pills captive as he went to the highboy, no doubt assessing the bottles of alcohol. It was, after all, the place where as of late Alton had decided to prepare his evening cocktails. After filling a glass with water from a bottle, he lifted a re-corked bottle of Montague Private Collection. "Have you had any of this today?" "No. I just woke." Exasperation and desperation were evident in my voice.

They were in good spirits and all seemed very excited about something. They jumped in and the drinks already quickly arrived after. Sixteen shots and six cocktails were lined on the edge. Shea sat opposite of me and didn't look at me, instead opting to scan the cocktails and picking one out. A bright green one. Briva and Tia did the same, and after Ren picked one out and slurped his straw. There were two identical brown coloured cocktails left and I grabbed the one and took a sip. The immensely strong taste of alcohol made me cough loudly.

That felt crazy strange to her. “Oh.” They mounted yellow bar stools and he turned him to face her. She did the same. A wall had been erected inside him. The intensity she’d felt earlier was lessened. A little relieved, she picked up the menu and scanned the names of cocktails like Fall Leaves and Harvest Moon, wondering what she should get. “Ooooh, Cranberry cream. I’ll have that.” Elliott nodded to the female bartender who’d heard the order and added his own. “An Old Fashioned.”

"What would you like to offer for a moderate drinker like us?" "Caipirinha, Margarita, Cosmopolitan, Mojito, Pina Colada, and Californication!" the waiter answered. "How about for the heavy drinker?" Hailey asked the waiter again. "Beers, Polmos Spirytus Rektyfikowany Vodka, Everclear 190, Hapsburg Absinthe XC, and Devil's Springs Vodka!" "Okay, give us one case of beers!" Hailey gazed at me. "What would you like to drink? It's on me!"

Leaving me dazed, the taste of him on my lips and his frame vanishing in the crowd. "What can I get you?", The bartender's shout pulled my attention back. I spun the barstool back to the front, tapped my nails on the black counter and searched for the menu, I thought I glanced at earlier. "Can I start with the house cocktail?", I asked while staring at the little chalkboard menus along the bar that listed off the ten drinks for the grand event tonight. All the cocktails were strong but that's what I wanted to start with.. "Miss you came with Mr Makalov. You can have anything I make", The bartender chuckled.

She struggled not to squirm under his gaze as she replied. "Well there's the dreaded aunt roberta," she said, pointing to it on the menu he had dropped on his table. "It's made with brandy, vodka, gin, absinthe and blackberry liqueur. It's the strongest drink we have and is not for the lightweight, but it's definitely a classic." "We have a winner then," he claps his hands lightly at that.

the butler asks as he places the pitchers on the table. “I am not that familiar with cocktails,” I reply and stare out at the dark pool. “Well… what kind of candies do you like? I can try to recreate it.” I really have to stop and think about it. Lucas didn’t allow me to eat sweets, and I have forgotten what I like. “Uhm… maybe salted caramel, I guess. And Turkish Delight.” Chad nods. “I think I can do something with that.”

I try very hard not to think about the fact that I know he used to drink. "You don't drink?" I ask lightly. "Nope. Haven't in years. It can be hard on the body, and I want my career to be as long as possible. And yes, I've caused all these issues for my public image even without the use of booze." "Noted." Huh. Jax Kingston is still surprising me. "Okay, then. One non-alcoholic beer coming right up." At the bar, I order for Jax and then pick the most sugary-sounding cocktail I can find on the plastic menu. It's called a Cape Cod Colada. It comes with a maraschino cherry on top and a tiny pink umbrella.