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He asked, visibly angry. "I just have a question, that's all. Why bloody Mary? I still get why you would choose that for yourself but for the young girl? No way, why would you want her to drink tomato juice, seasonings and vodka, mixed all together. Even just thinking about it makes me want to puke, nah!" I said, sticking my tongue out like I was going to puke. The girl's face was twisted. "And how is that any of your problems? Just give us the goddamn drink," he yelled at me, and attracted attention from the rest.

Matt questioned my choice of a bloody mary. A glass of blood-like drink that was actually quite sour on the tongue due to the dominance of tomatoes. The bitter-sweet vodka that burned my throat was worth the chill of the night. "Why?" I fixed my seat on the bar stool, facing the dance floor as I raised my glass high before taking a drink. Matt seemed to order the same glass as me. He laughed crisply before taking a sip through the straw. He said, "I thought you-thought this kind of thing was off limits."

"It has sparkling wine in it. You obviously should know better." "Who made this Bloody Mary?" Lucie's mouth flooded with the thin, metallic taste of dread when Alpha Kane's uncle spoke. She had no idea who made his drink or what was wrong with it. She stole a quick glance at Alpha Kane to see if he would come to her rescue. He stared at her with no emotion, but it was obvious to her that he was still mad at her. "Dad, I'll take that Bloody Mary." The uncle's son cut in, locking his eyes with Lucie's, "I'm Harvey, by the way. Love the Irish coffee, did you make it?"

"I'm not going to drink it." "Yes, you are." Mackenzie's Miracle Bloody Mary has never steered us wrong. It's my own secret combination of ingredients, mostly V8, a little red bull mixed in and a few other special secret ingredients. Combined with two Tylenol, if she kept it down without dying by the evening, she'd be great again. I read the recipe from the internet and if there's anyone in the world, you could trust, it was drunk frat boys on the internet. "I can't do it. It tastes like ass and gym socks. A gym sock you rubbed in your ass after a workout."

“Oh, your stepbrother.” He nods. “But we are closer than stepbrother, and he accepts me as I am.” I nod slowly. Brad places down our drinks at the counter. I sip. “It’s good. I’m not good at drinks, but this is really good,” I tell him honestly. “That’s my specialty. Thanks, Sam.” Brad replies. “I like mine too. Thanks!” Sandy says. “You’re welcome! For you, Sandy, it’s called Devil’s blood because of its color—deep red, vodka, dry vermouth, crush olives juice, and raspberry juice. And for Sam is Phoenix’s Princess,” Brad explains.

"It's a Bloody Mary, with extra vodka," "Oh, yeah, but all because I need my vegetable intake this week and bloody Mary is the healthiest cocktail. It has electrolytes, sodium, potassium, and Vitamin C, tomatoes also contain lycopene, which is high in antioxidants. In short, this drink is good for humans." She grinned, definitely had been consuming a glass or two before I got home. "You're playing cute aren't you?" "Am I? Oh no... wait, is that a bad thing?" She was suddenly worried. Yep, a little bit drunk for sure.

"What's good?" "What is a Bloody Mary mocktail?" Amanda asked, her nose wrinkled in disgust. "It's a Bloody Mary just without the actual blood," Saerus said as he pointed to another drink on the menu. "These are the drinks more appealing to non-vampires." "Hi! My name is Melody and I'll be your server tonight, what can I get you to drink?" A chipper voice sounded next to the table and Ellie looked up with a smile. The girl had long brown hair, her eyes glowing.

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’.

Chapter 3 I bit my lower lip when I saw the bartender's forehead creased. I'd been sitting at the bar area for more than five minutes, trying to figure out what the bloody cocktail drinks were made of. I tapped my fingers at the counter while my eyes narrowed at the menu. "Uh, excuse me but what's this uhm... this Bloody Mary?" The bartender sighed and shook his head. "You don't want that, kid." He grabbed a can of Coke in the chiller and placed it in front of me. "Just get this one and get out of here, will yah? I ain't Google, sugar."

Even though his flesh was all dried and discoloured from his days of being a rotten corpse, he had an inviting smile and friendly eyes. "Thank you, but my friends and I will not be eating or drinking anything else from this place, no offence." "What the hell is this?" Dimitri flew over one of the tall glasses of Bloody Marys. "It smells like - blood and flesh," he amused as he peered down in the cup some more. "Fucking hell!" He exclaimed. "Is that a nipple I see floating around in there?" "Yes. Do you prefer your Bloody Marys without nipples?" The bartender asked before he stuck his puss infested fingers into the drink and fished out the nipple.