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he said cheekily. I burst into merry laughter. "I'll pay you one day. Just not now." He doesn't look disappointed, instead he continues chuckling, enjoying our light-hearted banter. "If you need another glass of refreshing drink I can make you another one," he said, in the process of making his own drink. "What are you making?" I asked curiously. "The Bloody Mary, it's my favorite drink," he responded with a smile. I watched him with fascination as he mixed his drinks. I was mesmerized by how his hands moved, so rough so sensual, so capable.

He gives me a smile. I frown a little, suddenly tasting the disgusting liquor for last night. I shake my head. "No, I tried some of Jason's Remy Martin last night and it was strong and horrible." Brandon let out a low chuckle. "How bout I get you a fruity mixed drink. It won't be strong, it'll be better tasting, but it'll still do the trick." he tells me. I think about it for a second, maybe it'll help me relax and wash away my paranoia. I give him a nod, watching him leave to get the drink.

Few minutes later. They all made it to Ryan's Party. Everything was running smoothly, and people were having a goodnight. Hey Babe am going outside for some fresh air Mary told 💬 Michael. Michael pecked his girl on cheeks, and she stepped outside. As Mary was just strolling on the street to get a little sober, And then the unexpected happened before her 👀 eyes; 🤔thinking it was a watermelon someone just dropped on the ground. As she came a little bit closer to see it clearer, and then saw something horrible😱 that she nearly fainted.

“What can I get you, sir?” “I’ll take a Bloody Mary.” The bartender grabs a glass and some of the bottles that are nearby and starts the drink. Like the drop of a hat something comes over me. “You know what,” I slide the tray fully back onto the counter, “I will take a drink. Surprise me; just make sure it’s strong.” My head jerks in Maxwell’s direction, “And I have a feeling that he would love his drink to be extra bloody and maybe a Victoria instead of a Mary. Marys seem too uptight,” I interrupt. What kind of vampire can drink Bloody Marys anyways? Is the bartender in on his secret and he adds a little something extra to it when no one’s looking?

How can he see me ? I answer him. ‘Okay, and if not I hope you’ll have a good evening. S’. “Hey let's go sit down”. Sascha shows up next to me, dragging me to a table next to the dancefloor. “They are serving bloody Davina’s to everyone tonight”. Oliver came back with a round of shots and glasses with a tomato red drink.. “I thought it was called a bloody Mary ?” I carefully sip the alcohol spiced tomato juice. “When it is made with tequila it is actually a Maria, but tonight it is a Davina, in her honour”. He sends me a crooked smile.

So I grabbed my teddy bear and walked down the stairs. When I came into the kitchen, I didn't saw my daddy and my mommy standing there, arguing and fighting. I just saw my mommy laying on the floor in a puddle of blood. The red liquid was coming out of her belly and flooded around her. Her eyes were wide open and her brown hair had become red of her blood. I whispered her name and grabbed her hand as I knelt next to her. The tears were falling down my cheeks like a waterfall. Her blood was now on my white pajamas. My hands were painted with her blood as I tried to shake her awake.

“At least he’s nicer than his brother, Gaza. You know what you get with him, compared to his brother.” Well, I don’t think I like any of them. “What did you find?” “Permanent dye…sort of.” My brows pull down. “What does that me—” A vial is shoved in my face containing a thick dark liquid. I scrunch up my nose. “It will keep Kael’s hair dark for as long as you continue using it,” she explains. “Put it in his food, or his drink. But you can never miss a day once you start.” I take the vial, shaking it. It makes a plop, I shudder. Pushing it to my nose, it doesn’t smell bad.

Jacob asked. “Just beer.” I replied and looked at the long table. It was full of finger foods, cake and liquors. They also set up a ‘Congratulation’s Team’ banner on the wall. “Girl, let’s try this.” Jessy handed a red liquor to me in a shot glass. “What’s this?” I asked. “That’s bloody mary.” Jacob answered. I looked at Jessy and we both drank at the same time. Eww. I almost puke when I taste the combination of vodka and tomato juice.

In fact, while being truthful, with the amount some of them drank, I doubted they could tell the difference between a balanced cocktail and a mix of whatever. Flipping through the bar's manual, I was amused to find some of my old Chicago favorites represented. Cocktails with names such as the "Slab Dragon" and "Fire Moth" rang bells—some good, some not-so-good. I chuckled, recalling the wild nights and questionable choices. Lesson learned: sometimes simplicity is best.

Allen, who was still writing his final notes, turned to them with a frown. “No alcohol,” he repeated sternly. The room went quiet for a second. “Mocktails,” Max corrected quickly, like a schoolboy caught sneaking candy. “We’ll get him mocktails. Promise!” That evening, the trio walked into a cozy bar just outside the city. The place had soft lighting, mellow music, and a quiet crowd. Max and Felix were true to their word. They ordered a round of Sunset Blush—a fruity, tangy mocktail with pineapple, cranberry, and a hint of lime.