Deku Punch Romane & Geschichten

"Alright, music major. Help me out. Which punch is actually drinkable and won't kill my tastebuds?" ​Dom looked down at the bowls, then back at me, a highly critical look on his face. "The red one is basically sugar-flavored battery acid. The yellow one actually has real fruit in it, but Sam sneaked some ridiculously strong dark rum into it about ten minutes ago. Drink at your own risk."

Well, I just rolled my eyes and gave them my very sexy look. "If you guys suspecting me of being a target of amnesia, then I will turn the table and wake you up. Deku is our classmate! Yes. He died and I'm sad. I cried, okay? I cried! Wait... are you trying to tell me that I got involved on the cause of his death? Don't you dare! He died on heart atack—" "Sava! Deku is one of us! Deku died because you punched him and he easily lost his conscious! Don't you remember that?!" Megs butt in!

=== Item: Fruit Punch (Bottled) Description: Refreshing bottle of homemade fruit punch using real fruits. Effect: Quenches thirst for 10 minutes. Crafted by: Zen === “Would this work?” Zen asked. Akiko grabbed a bottle from the fridge and excused herself. Oritha didn’t bother going after her. Only one person had to test the effects, and she did not feel like revisiting the lava sauna. Waiting in awkward silence, Zen kept his hands busy with slime puddings. Oritha took a nap and waited until Akiko sent a message.

“Yo!” I shout as I enter the house and spot all of Zain’s roommates gathered in the kitchen. This place is seemed to always have something going on. Various “what’s ups” greet me as I walk in. “What’s happening tonight?” I ask as I set my bag of goodies on the counter. Vodka, punch and pineapple juice where tonight’s choice of poison. It was a dangerous mix because you could not taste the alcohol which is why I like it. It is a fast fun drunk to keep my mind in a happy place.

“Thank you for inviting me.” “Sure,” she said. Now that the cat was out of the bag, Rachel didn’t know what else to say or how to act. “Want a drink? We’ve got strawberry milk, lemonade, apple juice, and fruit punch.” “I’ll go for the fruit punch,” he said. “It’s PG,” she warned him playfully. “That’s fine,” he grinned. She went to the drink stand to get his beverage and Rob came to join her there. “Uncle Doug is an OG for setting Derek straight like that in front of everyone,” said Rob in a low voice. “I was beaming with pride behind you.”

"You better chug that shit!" "Come on bitch!" I jump in the air, yelling with Noah and Thomas at Zach, who was halfway through chugging an entire bottle of peach flavored vodka. "Don't be a pussy!" I punch him in the arm, a grin spread across my face. He pushes me off a little, flipping me off and continuing to guzzle the artificially flavored rubbing alcohol.

As I drifted aimlessly, my gaze suddenly fell upon the gap beneath my bedroom door. A small dark red patch was slowly spreading out from under it. Bella saw it too. She froze. Her face was paler by the second, staring at the deep crimson puddle. “Enough!” Dad slammed his hand on the coffee table so hard it shook the cups, which nearly toppled over. “I’m taking Ray with me today! You are not fit to be a mother!” With that, he reached for my bedroom doorknob.

“I’m going to get us some drinks.” “Thanks,” Piper says, kissing my lips before I walk off to the punch table. There’s a big bowl of red punch and a couple waters but I opt to fill cups from the champagne fountain, filling cups one at a time as I glance around the room. Aurora and Piper are still talking. In fact, the whole room is full of people catching up, while a DJ plays background music. “What’s up,” I hear someone say, making me look up to see Adam standing on the other side of the ice sculpture in the shape of the school mascot.

I whine, sighing and hitting myself in the forehead. Throughout our talk I’d gotten into my jammies, gotten some chocolate and made popcorn. I was now in bed with a huge bowl that was half gone and a bottle of Mike’s Hard Lemonade. Mom never cared if I snuck a couple of her fruity drinks as long as I was home. “You don’t know until you try but here’s what you DO know … it ain’t happening with Punch. He’s clearly hell bent on shutting you down and now that’s fully in the Flying Death? Come on girl,” she points out, and I just knew she was making a face.

He didn’t care. Instead, Deke stood and wandered to the front door. He paused long enough to see Luc position himself over Alyssa, the bulge of his strong arms pinning her to the buttery sofa as she curled her legs around his hips in welcome and smiled. He shut the door behind him, in search of the nearest bar, as the first female moans rent the air. “What’ll you have?” A saucy smile in a tight pair of short shorts greeted Deke. “Whiskey double. No rocks. Bring me two of them.” The bark in his order must have communicated to her. She clicked her heels together and hustled off. He prayed she came back quickly so he could get on with getting drunk and dissecting his fucked-up life.