Novel & Cerita Booktok Cocktails

I’m sounding more and more stagy, but Lottie is on such a roll, she doesn’t notice. “So then they give us all this free booze to apologize, and this concierge guy bets Ben that he can’t drink some special Greek cocktail. Next thing, he’s downed the whole thing and everyone in the bar is cheering and he’s practically comatose! I mean, what was in it? Absinthe?” I dread to think what was in it.

The earthy aroma of spiced venison mingled with the crisp scent of fresh pine needles, carried on the evening breeze. Aristide stood behind one of the tables, beaming as he expertly poured glowing amber liquid into glasses. His passion for culinary arts was second only to his enthusiasm for mixology. “Come, Luna!” he called to Erika, his baritone voice filled with warmth. “I’ve prepared a special cocktail in your honor. A little citrus, a little fire—just like you!” “Fire, huh?” Erika managed a small smile as she took the glass he offered. “Careful, it’s got a kick,” Aristide said with a wink.

I nod along just enough to seem polite, but my eyes are locked on the bar. Aria knocks back another shot — something neon green and evil. Then a ‘Screaming Orgasm’. A ‘Blowjob’. Two more of those. Followed by a ‘Sex on the Beach’, and a Jägermeister bomb. Then three ‘Angel’s Tits’. All drinks I’ve served a hundred times at Inferno. All with one thing in common — they sneak up on you, then hit like a freight train. I cut Ron off mid-sentence. “Sorry. Gotta go save my girlfriend from death by cocktail. We’ll talk later.”

I said, leaning in, my finger brushing the tip of his nose, a bold move that felt reckless, desperate. “What about a beautiful woman like me, who's ready to forget? I know drinks—Margarita, Cosmopolitan, Old Fashioned, Mojito, maybe a Negroni—but I want your recommendation.” My voice was teasing, but my chest was tight, my heart racing with a mix of pain and want. “For heartbreak with a side of vengeance, I’d recommend a strong mix. We have the...Patrón Reposado, Grey Goose, a splash of Aperol, bitters, and a hint of sweet vermouth."

“Hello, Welcome to Grace's bar, what can I get you?” “A bottle of tequila and three shot glasses, please,” “What do you want, Lexi? Root Beer?” Rhea turned to me. She knew me so well. Root beer was my go-to beer. “Nah, maybe a cocktail,” I said, deciding to change up things a little. “Ouuu, maybe we should get cocktails,” I said. “three cocktails, please. Hold on to the tequila bottle. Just get us shots to start with.” “And something to eat. Do you sell fires?”

at the orphanage where real darkness lingers. Tartarus and Pallas stayed behind to clean after the huge dinner, and the rest went to sit in the bar around their usual table. Except this time, they were all focusing on the bar instead of their casual talk because Erebus was teaching Kitty to make cocktails. "So, these are the five base wines. You can take a sip of every one of them, but with light lemonade sips in between so you won't mix the taste up. Try to appreciate the differences." Erebus poured five shots and lined them in front of Kitty, with a cup of lemonade by the side.

Takashi was going to eat my liver! - Thanks for everything girls, but I have to go now. I'm so fucking late! - I got up from my seat and grabbed the bag containing my decent clothes. - Have a good show. Then I left the bathroom before they barred me again. ... I poured just the right amount of Cointreau into a martini glass. I added a little apple liqueur and vodka. Then I put a slice of apple on the edge of the glass and that was it. Another "Perfect Apletinni" was ready to be enjoyed.

It was classy, with sophisticated arrangements. We got a spot close to the bar, and the man came closer. "Good evening, what can I get you?" "Only the best. How about some shots of tequila to get started and your infamous tropical flaming cocktail?" "Right on it, sire." The barman poured some tequila, and we gulped it down. I watched as he prepared the cocktail. Then he lit it on fire, and when it was put out, he passed it to us. I didn't think; I just took the glass and gulped down the contents.

After the day I have had, I feel like I need something stronger than juice. Taylor smiles at me. "Of course. What's your poison?" "Um, I am not a big wine drinker. Do you have any vodka?" "I know just the thing." Taylor dives into the fridge, pulling out a chilled bottle of Zubrowka bison grass vodka, ginger ale and some cloudy apple juice. He grabs some ice and a cocktail shaker and starts pouring the various ingredients. He pulls a funny face while shaking the cocktail, pretending to be Tom Cruise, and then with a flourish pours the drink into a tall glass in front of me. I take a small sip, unsure of what I am letting myself in for.

The TV is also big, and they said we'd watch Nétflix first. We moved the couch a bit to make space in the middle, then we laid down a cloth and a mini table in the center, where we put all the food. They also brought drinks, including Bacardi 151 and Vodka Scotch whiskey. They stated that Kaelyn, an expert, would be responsible for crafting the cocktails. Their ingredients include warm apple cider and lemon soda. It's up to them, anyway—I'm just going to drink. They also have fresh lemons, salt, and lots of ice cubes. Just as we were fixing everything, the doorbell rang, and I already knew it was them. So, I volunteered to open the door.