Cherry Mint Dramione Novels & Stories

Tina speculated. "Oh, it is alright," Jay confirmed," But the kind of nasty you would want to try again." "Yes, that inference is about right! The drink or would I say smoothie you had gotten consists of whipped egg whites till it formed a creamy mixture with stiff peaks, a dash of lime juice and the Vernonia amygdala herb also known as 'bitter leaf. It is called Eggs prime". "Terrible name." "I know." "From all of your first reactions I can tell you noticed the slight change in taste of your favourite alcoholic beverages. The popular and most sought brand Ritzcola are tweaking some of their finest drinks and improving its formulae," Junsush introduced.

she smirked, feeling a spark of determination. She quickly approached the panel and, in a flash of confidence, placed her order. "I would like a large drink with 204 pumps of cinnamon syrup, 52 pumps of hazelnut, 23 pumps of classic syrup, 69 pumps of sugar-free caramel syrup, 15 pumps of sugar-free vanilla, 40 pumps of vanilla, 38 pumps of caramel syrup, 75 pumps of almond syrup, 88 pumps of sugar-free hazelnut syrup, and 1 pump of peppermint syrup. Please and thank you!"

The fruity scent of the cocktail mixed with something slightly bitter as the pills dissolved completely. As soon as she was done, she put a cherry on the drink with the laxatives and picked another similar glass with the same cocktail in it, but without the cherry, and turned to face the room. The cherry bobbed on the surface like a tiny red life preserver, innocent and inviting. Both glasses looked identical in the dim lighting, their pink contents catching the soft glow from the overhead fixtures.

“What’s in it?” “Bourbon,” I answer instantly, “sweet vermouth, and bitters. Garnish is a black cherry in the bottom of the glass.” I say these terms like I know what they mean, even though I don’t. What the hell is a black cherry? What are bitters? “And what do we never use?” Andre asks, raising his eyebrow. “The red cherry – maraschino.” Romano laughs at my answer as well as Andre’s sharp nod. “Give her a hard one this time,” he says, leaning against the bar.

And from what I could see—with green crème de menthe—it seemed I fixed a Grasshopper drink for Adessa. There was only less than fifteen minutes left, so I immediately swung into action and whipped up the first drink. I made the Mango Daiquiri, as this was what I could remember vividly. Once it was inside the shaker, I passed it to Landon to continue shaking it until it was well-chilled, while I moved on to the Tom Collins drink. After mixing and getting the right combination, I garnished it with a lemon wedge and a cherry. Then, I moved on to the green drink—the one for Adessa. Like the first two, I just let my hands move on their own while praying to Selene that I would not lose my concentr

Champagne stared at Samantha and then lowered her eyes, her lips set in a straight line. "I don't want to drug you in to this Samantha, you may get hurt and I won't be able to bare that " "But I may be able to help.. " Champagne stared at her best friend who was trying to convince her. She pondered on how to let her down easily. The was another knock on the door and Champagne's eyes snapped up locking with Samantha's. She wondered who could it be at this hour. Champagne walked out of the kitchen towards the door and unlocked it, there was no one specific but a box of chocolates and a bunch of roses.

“That place is heavily guarded.” “I know,” she replied calmly. I ran a hand through my hair in frustration. “Then how the hell am I supposed to get it?” I demanded. Leslie looked at Summer again and then back at me. “The herb itself is simple,” she continued. “It is small and easy to overlook. Most people will walk past it without even realizing what it is. It looks like an ordinary marsh weed with thin silver stems and dark leaves. But when you squeeze the leaves, clear liquid comes out. That liquid is the only thing that can neutralize the Morveth Draught.”

The man beside her then gave the waiter a generous tip to make him promptly go away. “Here, try this. The taste, they taste much better than the drink you got there”, he said persuasively. “This is a Mojito, a cosmopolitan, an apple matini and a Long Island iced tea”. He first pointed to the drink that has lime and mint, then to the pinky red one, then the green one and the one that looks like it name, the tea.

The place was gorgeous, framed energy drink adverts lined the walls above glossy white ceramic tiles, and the tops were black marble. “You did these?” I asked, pointing one out. “Sure did.” He smiled at me, and I’d have relaxed completely if I hadn’t felt the heat of Max behind me. “Wine? Spirits? Soft drink?” Soren raised his eyebrows. “Power-up lime, the drink of champions?” I smiled back. “Water, please.” He took out a mineral water, one of those posh ones in glass bottles, dispensed some ice from their super cool fridge-freezer, and handed it over in a twisty glass. I sipped, and my throat was tight with nerves.

I kept my critique to myself and followed her lead, sitting down at the tintable in the centre of the off-white tiled room. She nodded her head and looked at me with a cocked head. Then she got up and started putting various herbs and extracts into a granite mortar. She made quick work of grinding up all the ingredients. She added what I can only hope is lemon juice before presenting me with some kind of pale drink. It smelt of sweet grass and rye. She smiled at me and motioned towards the cup. Not wanting to offend her, I gave her an awkward smile and brought the cup to my lips.