Deku Punch นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Ricky pointed to a large Igloo ice chest on the counter. “I think I’ll take the punch.” Ricky handed him a cupful. He took a drink and coughed. “Ugh! What’s in it?” Ricky laughed again. “Grain alcohol. Enjoy it. Hey!” he shouted to some unseen party-goer. “I’ll catch back up with you later James. Have fun. Mingle. Dance with some chicks you don’t know.” Ricky clapped him on the shoulder and took off into the throng.

they placed the fruit punch in front of Hera and Olivia. "Thank you" they thanked and took a mouth ful from the glass. The moment Hera tasted the punch, she twisted her face and felt like something is off. Kyle laughed at her expression. "Don't worry, it's just a fruit punch. My friends tend to do experiments with the punch and spike it with alcohol. But don't worry, i saved this unspiked drink for you both" he explained loudly over the music. Hera smiled but didn't say anything about it. "Nice party" she yelled.

I yelled. “I am the machine,” she grunted. I couldn’t breathe from laughing.We played for an hour until half the group was crying on the floor from laughter. “Alright,” I said, standing dramatically. “Who wants fancy drinks?” “ME,” everyone said in unison like a cult. I brought out the strawberry vibe punch, sparkling apple juice, orange soda, lemon slices, mint leaves, and those tiny colorful umbrellas that make everything feel like a vacation. Maya mixed something purple and horrifying.

as punishment fuel for beer pong. “House rules,” Jack announces, tossing the ping pong ball like it’s a sacred relic. “Bounce shots count for double, elbows over the edge and you drink two of Cam’s Delight. Not finishing in one gulp? Rule violation. Punishable by another cup.” Jack gestures at the cloudy, unholy-looking liquid sitting in a plastic jug by the table. I can’t stop myself. “What the hell is in that?” Cam sighs, shoulders sagging. “They’re exaggerating. It’s not that bad. It’s… healthy.” His voice trails off, but his eyes are fixed longingly on the pile of kids with chicken drumsticks, like he’s genuinely considering swapping lives.

Maybe she is overthinking. " Have some Peach Punch. It's non-alcoholic and trust me. You will love it". The man forwards glass towards Becky which she accepted with a smile. " Thanks, Mr..." Becky ask " Vicky" he extends his hand towards Becky. " Becky" She introduces herself by accepting his hand too. .....

“This one’s taken, so don’t get any ideas. Take your thirsty ass elsewhere.” “That’s not what I meant!” I say, my cheeks burning. “I meant thirsty thirsty. I-need-something-to-drink thirsty. What’s in those cups Jade?” Jade looks down at the two red party cups he’s holding, passing one to Kitty with a sly smile. “Well, originally, this was just plain non-alcoholic apple punch,” he says. “Originally.” Kitty fishes a small silver flask out of her clutch bag. “Go get some, they’re serving it back there,” she says, pointing to a stand behind her. “I’ll fix you up with some of my magic happy juice.”

Everyone from the foundation was absolutely happy. "I told you, look, everything is spectacular, my friend." "Yes, I guess so." Johanne didn't feel entirely comfortable, though. "Come on, let's have some punch." Rachell offered Johanne a glass of punch, and she tasted it and spit out a bit. "What kind of punch is this? It tastes like alcohol." "Well, of course, it has alcohol, my friend. What do you think? Just because we're poor, we don't have the right to drink something?"

Shit… I really hoped I hadn’t done anything really bad… Koda glanced up, a mischievous grin spreading across his face telling me that I probably did just that. “Well, big brother, I managed to limit myself to only one glass of that punch you made on the spot. The secret ingredient must have been something else because that shit was way too strong for my liking and you turned a lot of people drunk because of it.” Koda spoke as I winced, my memories were still fuzzy about the concoction I had mixed together last night. Who in his right mind had even let me mix drinks and serve them to regular people attending the party?

As long as Adeline was happy, Adrian would then happy too. Chloe clinked her glass of punch with Adeline's glass of wine and downed it all in one gulp. "Chloe, drink slowly. The alcohol content in this punch isn't much, but you'll also get drunk if you drink it too quickly," Adeline said in a concerned manner. "This is a punch?! I thought that it was a plain fruit juice," Chloe exclaimed while looking at the empty glass in her hand, feeling baffled. Adrian took the glass away from her hand and handed her a bowl of warm soup. "Drink this, it might be helpful in keeping yourself sober."

I yell in her ear. She beams at me before yelling back, "This isn't even noisy yet. Just wait." We finally make it to the front of the line to get our churros and margaritas. I'd be excited about the food, but the drink… this isn't just a margarita. It's a yard-long margarita. Totally worth the fifteen bucks it cost me for a three-foot-long plastic cup I'll never use again.