Novel & Cerita Booktok Cocktails

The atmosphere was more casual than I always expected, which was nice. Le Bar Botaniste offers an extensive menu of exclusive cocktail creations inspired by Roland's expeditions around Europe and Asia as well as a selection of gourmet t***s. I ordered a hard cocktail to make my night less stressful. I just needed to freshen up my mind because Byron and Anastasia keep interrupting my inner peace. I always hate Byron as much as I hate her wicked mother. I don't give a chance to someone who almost destroyed the hard work of my Dad's reputation.

What wasn’t appealing about Kim? Christian interrupted her insecure spiral when he asked the new guests, “Do you want anything to drink? “We have a few specially themed drinks. There is the Prenatal Punch, Am I a Dad-tini, Not an Old Fashioned Girl, Not Mai Baby, DNA on the Rocks, Split Custody Sour, or Test Tube Shots.” Christian asked. He was very proud of his themed drink menu. The girls giggled, and one of them broke off and wiggled her butt into Matteo’s lap. Matteo licked his lips and whispered something into her ear, and then she whispered something back. “Jessica, what can I make you?”, asked Chris.

I winked at him and stylishly made my way to the counter where I presume drinks would be sold. "What do you have?" I asked the barman as I slumped my ass into one of the high stools. "Urhm, there's tequila, vodka and soda, Sherry Muscat, gin, whiskey, Brandy, rum, campari…" "Forget it. Just give me the best one you have. Make it a little strong but not too strong.' Moments later, he presented me a glass of whatever mixture he had done. "Take a sip and tell me what you think. My secret recipe only for the special ones like you." He winked.

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.” Elias nodded to the male bartender who’d heard the order and added his own. “An Old Fashioned.”

The club was a melting pot of backgrounds and stories, each person adding their own unique energy to the night. Our drinks were replenished throughout the night, each new round more delicious than the last. The champagne flowed freely, its bubbles tickling my nose as I sipped. The cocktails were expertly crafted, with just the right balance of flavors. The Old Fashioned was a smoky, sweet concoction with a hint of orange, while Tanya's Cosmopolitan was a vibrant pink, the perfect blend of tart and sweet.

He texted her, asking where they were drinking. They ordered two kinds of drinks: the Polmos Spirytus Rektyfikowany 192 Proof and Penicillin Cocktail. 192 Proof is made of premium ethyl alcohol with an agricultural cereal origin while Cocktail is one of the best drinks in Singapore. This is an intoxicating concoction of Islay Scotch, honey-ginger sweetening, and recent juice, the drink is lemony, sweet, and alluringly smoky all promptly. The cocktail tastes like a slice of heaven. It will be worth it.

Saucy slowly inched closer to him, probably hoping the Green Fairy would help her take Nicholas home tonight. Well, I hope it does. The faster she gets in his pants, the easier it will be for me to get rid of him. After finishing my second glass, I called Tofer again to give us all another round. The cocktail was sweet, with just the right amount of tang. It was refreshing and it seemed as though I was born to drink it, as though it was created for my taste buds. What the hell was I thinking ordering beer from this club all this time? I heard Bailey’s voice booming from the speakers. “High on diesel, gasoline, psycho for drum machine…”

I tell her. Tia nods she is amused. “So, where’s our drinks?” she asks. The drunk woman walks over to a tiki bar and hands us our drink. “This one is called Men are dicks.” She slurs. I take a sip. And almost spit it out. Fuck what is in this thing? Tia however spits it out. “What the hell did I just ingest?” she asks her breath taken away. “Oh, straight up rum, whiskey, gin, and little wine. We are having cocktails of course.” Gracie says.