Novel & Cerita Casa Blanca Modern Mexican Tequila Bar Photos

“Huh?” He pointed to the bottle of tequila. “Oh, yes,” I said. “The tequila.” “The two-thousand-dollar bottle of tequila.” “Shut up!” I added in a whisper, “Is it really?” He chuckled with a nod. “Enjoy your refreshments, Miss Harris.”

He got the answer to that question rather quickly. Another customer approached the counter, and sat on one of the stools right beside Nick. He looked worn out, and his eyes were pale. He wasn’t someone who should be drinking, but that wasn’t Nick’s concern. “I need a shot of tequila please, if it could be mixed with some lime too,” the man said, his voice showed how tired he was.

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.

-SIENNA- It was a double deal at Habanero, my favorite Mexican bar. That means you get two drinks for the price of one. I was spending time with my best friends and drinking something delicious with passion fruit and lime. Life is good. The bar was a place with dark cream-coloured walls decorated with some Mexican-inspired artwork, such as Frida Kahlo. Along the wall, a long, dark green leather seat is placed facing some tables. With the dim light and the Latin music playing in the background, my mood is good again.

You’ll eat all of those confident words by the end of the summer. They arrived at the desk. Selena, one of his many servers, prepared two glasses of champagne, as usual. She was accustomed to his brother and his games and understood they enjoyed wining and dining their women before honing in to close the deal. “Is this a full bar?” Mia strolled over. Gold lace trailed behind her. She waved at Selena and asked, “Would it be okay if I had a shot of tequila instead?” Tequila? Really? That was not romantic at all.

The bright festive colors throughout the Mexican cantina made it seem like we were stepping into a piñata. “Came across it when I was looking for you,” Cillian said as Ella pulled out her phone and started snapping pictures. “This way,” the young hostess said as she led us to a booth. Cillian stepped aside, allowing me to slip in first. I ran my hands over the smooth glass top that held down the red, yellow, and black poncho. “I heard this place has the best tacos,” Holden said as the hostess passed out the menus to us. “Wouldn’t know,” Cillian said. In the corner of my eye, I caught Cillian’s attention being drawn to the bar. I couldn’t tell if he was looking for someone or eyeing the bottl

Above it, a weathered wooden sign proudly bore the restaurant's name, "Casa del Sabor." As James held the door open for Sofia, a gentle gust of air, infused with the aroma of spices and roasting meats, welcomed them. The interior was a symphony of colors and textures, a vibrant canvas that told stories of Mexico's diverse regions. Terra cotta walls lined with traditional pottery displayed intricate hand-painted designs, while tapestries in hues of crimson, turquoise, and gold adorned the ceiling, casting a warm and inviting glow.

"Two shots of tequila please" Maya asked the bartender. "Black or silver?" He responded "Black" was her reply. She was sitting at the bar, watching as the scenery blurred by. The bartender placed two shot glasses on the counter separating them and skillfully flipped the tequila bottle only to tip its strong dark contents into the aforementioned glasses. Without saying a word, he placed the bottle on the shelf behind him and slid a shaker full of salt and a small plate filled with lemons. Maya briefly looked at him and gave a small smile. Returning the smile the bartender added a small wink and moved to serve another customer.

They don’t seem to be bothered by us gently pushing them aside, they continue their movements as they dance. Soon we reach to a very fancy bar that I think has every liquor I could think off. “Four shots of tequila, please.” Henry tells the bartender and she winks at him as she nods. “Henry, I’m not drinking two shots of tequila.” I say to him with a nervous laugh. “Oh, that’s not for you, sweetheart. That’s all for me.” He says with an excited smile as the bartender places the shots of tequila in front of him.

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.