Filthy Bloody Mary Mix Near Me の小説・ストーリー

"I just wish it tastes good as how it looks good." I chuckle. "Aren't you gonna endorse to me your drink before I take a sip from it?" "Well..." He smiles away. "That's a cocktail containing vodka, tomato juice, and combinations of other spices and flavorings. And did you know?" My lips begin to smile wider. "Bloody Mary has been called the world's most complex cocktail." He added. Suddenly he extended to me me three Tabasco, "To spice up your Bloody Mary." I take it with my hand. "I think you've sold your drink pretty well."

Yang Xiao stared at the lady in red and said indifferently. Bloody Mary, the name of the cocktail. This cocktail was mixed with vodka, tomato juice, lemon slices, andqin roots. The bright red Persian juice looked like blood, so it was named after it. ‘Blood Mary’ was the name of a ghost, and it originated from a legend. This wine was very popular in underground pubs, and it was also known as ‘Wine-so-drunk’.

I hate crowds, so why am I here? In a pub with noise and more noise, shitty beats in the name of music. Maria slides a glass of iced coke to me, I make a face and take a sip while she gulps the weird content in her shot glass with a grimace. Lucky her. I need a clear head and sharp mind for tomorrow’s fight.

I sat perfectly still in the darkest corner of the Broken Fang Tavern, my shoulders hunched forward as I stared down at the empty table. The air inside the roadside bar was incredibly loud, hot, and thick with the disgusting smells of cheap ale, old grease, and wet wolf fur. It was a miserable place where only the low level enforcers, trashy Omegas, and off duty guards came to drink and blow away their mistakes and pick fights with anyone smaller than them. A single bottle of ninety proof moonshine sat directly in front of me on the wood, completely empty. I remained dead silent, keeping my large body hidden in the deep shadows of the booth, but my golden eyes were burning like twin torches

really meant "Boys Night In." +++++++++++++ Normally I got off from work before Katie left and I babysat while she was out, but I had run into an old Army buddy at Wal-Mart. We hadn't seen each other in fifteen years and didn't even know that we lived in the same town. He owned a country/western bar on the outskirts of town and he invited me over to have a bite to eat, sip a few beers and have a lot of catch up conversation. "I don't have much of a kitchen, mostly Del Monico steak sandwiches, half pound ground rounds, French fries and onion rings, but I've got the best Bloody Mary's in the state."

Marielle's POV Inside the clubhouse—Howls and Fangs—was exactly the distraction I needed. Red neon lights throbbed like a heartbeat while bass-heavy music rattled through my skull. The air was thick with cigars, alcohol, expensive cologne, and the musk of wolves tangled together. On the platform, strippers in fishnets coiled around the poles, straddling men with lazy, practiced grace. “Your strongest drink, please,” I said to the bartender—a petite lady with blonde hair—as I slid onto the stool in front of her.

Brandon’s voice is incredulous. “One run by Mathias Blackthorne. Caffeine is a cardinal sin against the Goddess’s holy temple.” Arya rolls her eyes, seeming to thankfully latch onto thinking about something else. “Apparently not booze, though,” Devin says from a pantry. “I could open up my very own liquor store with the stock that’s up in here.” I’m looking through the fridge for something to make for everyone when I spot a few gallons of apple cider. I pull it out two of the gallon jugs and turn back to everyone. “Is there Fireball in there? We could make hot spiked cider.”

Freya and Evelyn squeezed in opposite them, already perusing the cocktail menu with gleeful expressions. "Ooh, look at this one," Evelyn cooed, pointing to a lurid blue concoction. "It's got vodka, rum, tequila, gin, and blue curaçao. It's called 'The Fuck-It Bucket'." Emily groaned, dropping her head onto the table with a thud. "You're all evil. Pure evil." Sophia patted her back sympathetically, even as she flagged down a waiter. "We'll take three Fuck-It Buckets and one virgin mojito for our designated driver here."

Wednesday, October 14th, 2026 Albemarle County, Charlottesville, VA 12 am Ahti's POV The harsh liquid sliding beneath my throat taste so good, but is making me drowsy. I'm walking in the middle of the street stumbling and trying to not to fall. Holding on to the Hennessy for dear life; I paid good money to buy this and I'm not going to waste any of it. Taking another gulp, feeling the burn and pleasure.