Novel & Cerita Booktok Cocktails

He turns back to her but she’s walking down the bar to a cupboard under the back bar and starts going through some bottles kept down there. She pulls out an old dusty bottle, takes it to the sink and rinses off the layer of dust before returning to them with the bottle and two glasses. She pours them two generous glasses and gestures at them as Molly walks away down to the other end of the bar. Kai takes a sip of the liquor, a spiced alcoholic beverage made by infusing a mixture of rum, red wine, and honey with tree bark and herbs. Ash follows suit and groans as he swallows, it’s even better than the stuff they import.

" Lena asked, already moving towards the little niche next to the register. There was a small French press, two chipped cups, and a pyramid of ceramic sugar bowls jammed next to jars of biscotti and handmade bookmarks. "I'm good," Julian said quickly. She turned half-way around, half-smiling. "It's bookstore coffee, Mr. Blackwood. Not poison." A silence. Then— "Julian," he corrected softly. Lena's hands froze on the mug. He’d never told her his first name before. She turned, her smile softening. “Alright. Julian, then.” She poured two mugs before he could argue further. “You can decline the second cup, but I’ll be offended.”

Both Mason and the bartender draw in a sharp breath at Bella's answers so quickly that they almost choke. Bella suddenly feels triumphant that she got the reaction she wanted from Mason, the bartender is a bonus. "What? You don't know that one?. It's a cocktail." Even as she tries to feign innocence, her neck and ears flush an undeniable pink. Mason glances at the bartender who's gawking at Bella a little too much and he clears his throat so the bartender can snap out of it. "Sweetheart, what's in it?" Bella shrugs. "Bailey's Irish cream and almond something. It's more of a shot, I want that one."

Making swift work with his hands, he couldn’t help but put on a little show and threw a bottle of Evan Williams’ Honey Liqueur up into the air, making the crowd around the bar gasp. He caught it behind his back in a flourish of muscles, just like a trick in the Tom Cruise 80s movie, Cocktail. With a hefty pour of the beer and a generous squeeze of fresh orange, he presented the drink to the man. “If that’s not fucking delicious, you can punch me in the face,” Chris

He looks briefly contemplative before turning a cheesy grin my way. “Right, well in that case I’d like to order a drink. Can I get a Pornstar Martini?” he requests with a wink. I take a moment to consider what drink to make him. He’s not getting what he asks for. He’s probably the only person who doesn’t get the drinks they ask for. I won’t give him a spelled drink again, mixing spells and potions can have dangerous effects. But I can still pick a nasty tasting drink or maybe one with a gross or insulting name. I already gave him a blue balls shot and a sweet poison. Hmmm… I decide to make a drink called Buzzard’s Breath. Let’s see him figure out this one. I have to admit I did search for in

The waiter dropped our order and I went for mine immediately, taking a huge gulp that set my throat and chest on fire, simultaneously making me light-headed. “What the hell was that?” I glared at the shot glass, ruffling my hair. A throaty chuckle cracked from his lips as he signaled the barman to refill our cups. “My favorite cocktail. Long Island Iced Tea. I like it because it tickles and at the same time it slaps,” “Well it doesn’t slap harder than finding out your fiance has a babymama at your wedding. It sure doesn’t,” my eyes narrowed, my gaze disconcerted.

It added to the sophisticated ambiance of the dimmed lights. “Name your poison, boys,” Margo said as she lined up liquor bottles on the island. “I would love a beer. American beer,” Bruce said. “I got Bud Light,” Margo offered. “That’ll work. And don’t put it in a fancy glass. I’m drinking it right out of the bottle,” Bruce said proudly as he put his arm around Bobbi’s shoulder. “Alec?” “Rum and Coke, if you have it.” “I do.” Bobbi was already sipping on a glass of champagne.

Lexi felt a shiver run down her spine as their eyes met, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, the noise of the party fading into the background. Then, without breaking eye contact, the mysterious stranger smiled and raised his glass in a silent toast. Lexi felt her cheeks flush as she smiled back, feeling a spark of electricity that seemed to arc between them like a live wire. As the night wore on, Lexi found herself drawn to the stranger again and again, their conversations flowing easily as they talked about art, music, and life. She learned that his name was Julian Blackwood, and that he was the host of the gala, as well as a renowned art collector.

Then, suddenly downing the liquor, he set the empty glass down with a thud; the sound echoed around the bar in the sudden stillness that had fallen around the bar as our interaction heightened. "Excellent," he breathed. Then, as if the whole place had been holding its breath waiting for his approval, the tension suddenly drained out of the room, leaving a more casual atmosphere. "Now, Marlowe, tell me...what else does this place have to offer?" Without hesitation, I began rattling off a list of our signature cocktails. "We've got the Sweet Sin, the Blue Flame, the—" Lucien waved his hand, interrupting me. "No, no. Not any fru-fru things…"

Over Rosie. Taking a slow breath, he forced himself to calm down. “Sorry.” His voice was steadier now. “I had a disagreement with someone over the phone.” “It’s quite alright, Mr Sterling. I’m here to keep you company, after all,” Vicky said with a smile. She carefully arranged the drinks on the table. “I’ve prepared the Seven-Star Fantasy set. If I may make a recommendation, Sir, you should start with the lighter cocktails and work your way towards the stronger ones. The final drink is particularly potent—it might even leave you completely blackout drunk.”