Deku Punch Novels & Stories

Bianca chirps out in a happy voice. "I see that," I chuckle out. "What did you bring?" I ask as I open one of the bags riffling through it finding our favorite flavored Monsters. Smiling I pull out four of the twelve cans, handing each one to who loves the flavor. I hand Drake the 'Anti-Gravity' (Nitrous), Bianca the 'Energy Punch', Archer and I both only drink 'Khaos'. Settling ourselves in the living room as Drake and Bianca decide on a movie, I sit on the couch beside Archer, who is carrying the other three plastic bags.

“I just, uh… got here a few minutes ago.” “I’m sorry I didn’t see you before.” “No, it’s fine. I’m just enjoying my… smack.” That didn’t seem right. What was this stuff? Seth’s forehead crinkled. “What?” he asked, tipping his head to the side. “My… this. This pink stuff.” He turned away from her, dragging his hand down his face as he clearly attempted to hide a chuckle. He wasn’t successful as she knew he thought something she’d said was funny. “Punch,” he clarified. “It’s called punch.”

Asher duck a puck and the screaming intensifies "STING VENOM STING!" The cheerleaders roar "VENOM" and the people back it up like a failing karaoke team. My brother's position on the rink is taken but I came for Venom. I move out of the stands and head to the rink. The ref blows whistle and crowds ripple out gasps and questions "Isn't that Remington?" "Did he lose his mind?" I ignore, focused on Vladimir 07. The one who traumatized and shattered my brother's knee caps for simply bearing same name as him.

“Let’s watch up close! I hope Zane wins.” Personally, I wouldn’t have minded if the party ended. But the sight of Callum participating in a jungle-juice-drinking contest definitely wasn’t on my Bingo card for today, so I couldn’t help but want to watch. Zane grabbed two red solo cups and scooped two ladlefuls of the punch into each. He handed one to Callum, who took it, sniffed it, and wrinkled his nose. “The fuck is in this?” he asked. “Raw sewage?”

I take a sip of his coffee with a sigh. He swiftly takes it from me and hands me my mug of anti-murder juice. “You can’t have da alcohol, you. You're supposed to be underage.” “Being underage didn’t stop me back then,” I deadpan. Tee grins. “Me neither.” He pours some of the alcoholic Irish cream into my coffee cup. Jaxson’s company makes this peanut-butter Irish cream, and it’s called Kelpie. Which goes along with his peanut-butter whiskey called Pooka. Both the pooka and the kelpie are horse creatures from Irish folklore.

"Not yet, little mouse. Eat first. Then fuck." She pouted, but then her attention went back to the still full plate of food, ravenous hunger shining in her irises. Holding a glass of ice cold sparkling punch to her mouth, Hycinth took a long sip and pulled back, licking her lips in satisfaction. "What's in the drink?" she asked inquisitively. "Cherries, grape juice, triple sec, vodka, ice, ginger ale and fresh cut strawberries." "Hmm...I love it."

I responded, watching Nathan take the bags back to the storage box and then disappear down to the regular washrooms. Morgan, Kimmy, and Madison had changed already as well and came to join me. Kimmy handed me a drink. “Drink up me hearties yo ho,” Kimmy sang, and we all ‘clinked’ our plastic cups. “That is so good!” I exclaimed. “What is it?” “Hawaiian punch. Coconut rum and POG juice,” Morgan explained. “I could drink this like it’s going out of style,” I giggled. Madison went and sat behind me, and suddenly I felt her playing with my hair.

Her face lights up with excitement as she makes a beeline for the drink station. She grabs two red solo cups, filling them with something red and fruity-looking. She hands one to me with a grin, her eyes dancing under the dim lights. “It’s the best drink ever—cherry vodka punch!” she practically shouts over the music. I take a cautious sip, the mix of bitter vodka and artificial cherry flavoring hitting my taste buds with an unexpected sweetness. “Not bad,” I say, even though I wince a little. Jugyoung nods enthusiastically, then leans closer to shout over the music, “There are so many hot guys here! I mean, seriously, just look around!”

�𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑛ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 30 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑠, 𝑂ℎ 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓. . People started to laugh and I didn't have the time to react from Carvie's sudden punch,with his continues punch

DK asked as one of his eyebrows raised with amusement. “Douchebag,” I said punching his shoulders as he pretended that I hurt him even though the playful punch was nothing but a tap. “You should eat,” DK said, “Your punch is getting weak. “I did that on purpose so that I won’t hurt you,” I retorted. “Really, now,” DK said teasingly. “But seriously, you need to eat. If Mikey finds out that you’re not eating he will go on a rampage and bring the house down, especially when he knows that he’s the reason why you’re not eating.”