Hot Tahiti Drink Novels & Stories

He looked extremely calm as if he drank only water. Charlie and the others could barely hold themselves up at this point. Even though they were still sober, their bellies were quaking as if they were about to burn up. Along with the gesture of Harvey’s hand, the waiter brought forth the “Drink of Life” that came from the Fighting Tribe! This liquor had about ninety-seven percent alcohol, the kind that could be lit on fire. Charlie and the others’ expressions frantically changed after seeing the sight. ‘Where was this guy even born?’

The man beside her then gave the waiter a generous tip to make him promptly go away. “Here, try this. The taste, they taste much better than the drink you got there”, he said persuasively. “This is a Mojito, a cosmopolitan, an apple matini and a Long Island iced tea”. He first pointed to the drink that has lime and mint, then to the pinky red one, then the green one and the one that looks like it name, the tea.

I tell her. Tia nods she is amused. “So, where’s our drinks?” she asks. The drunk woman walks over to a tiki bar and hands us our drink. “This one is called Men are dicks.” She slurs. I take a sip. And almost spit it out. Fuck what is in this thing? Tia however spits it out. “What the hell did I just ingest?” she asks her breath taken away. “Oh, straight up rum, whiskey, gin, and little wine. We are having cocktails of course.” Gracie says.

"Hey, space cadet! Here is your drink." "Oh, thanks. What is it?" Layla asked, taking a sip of the peach-colored drink. "It's the house specialty Caribbean Cruiser," Mia said, but Layla didn't care. The flavor was delicious and went down smoothly. "Yeah, keep these coming," Layla said in approval as she took another sip. "Let's go dance!" Mia exclaimed happily.

I ask as I take the bottle. “It’s a special Tezus cocktail. It’s called a Tidal Wave,” she smiles opening and sipping hers, “Sebastian invented it and sold the recipe to the makkares in Scotland who bottled it and now sell it around the world, giving a cut of the action to our business savvy Prince here,” she says proudly. I look at Sebastian in stunned surprise as he casually sips his drink, “So you’re a Prince and a businessman.” He shrugs, “I saw an opportunity and I took it.”

He looks briefly contemplative before turning a cheesy grin my way. “Right, well in that case I’d like to order a drink. Can I get a Pornstar Martini?” he requests with a wink. I take a moment to consider what drink to make him. He’s not getting what he asks for. He’s probably the only person who doesn’t get the drinks they ask for. I won’t give him a spelled drink again, mixing spells and potions can have dangerous effects. But I can still pick a nasty tasting drink or maybe one with a gross or insulting name. I already gave him a blue balls shot and a sweet poison. Hmmm… I decide to make a drink called Buzzard’s Breath. Let’s see him figure out this one. I have to admit I did search for in

The colorful lei around his neck was gorgeous, the many plumeria flowers in shades of pink striking against his tanned skin. “Aloha! May I get you something from the bar?” he asked with a cheerful tone. “Mmm, what do you recommend, Keanu?” Ritchie teased, eyeing the man and reading his name off his hotel tag. “Passion fruit margarita is a favorite on the island,” he suggested with polite eagerness. “Yes, I’ll take that.” Ritchie stretched, flexing his long legs across the lounge chair with pleasure. “And take one to the cute guy over there

She might have to send them home soon. Akari and Nikolai finished every evening with a nightcap before bed. Niko called the drink a Saffron, saying it was because of the color, a kind of orangey gold. It was made by mixing three different liqueurs, and was extremely potent. Nikolai said it was his favorite drink and he liked one before bed each night. Akari had begun drinking a small glass with him since it helped him relax. On one memorable occasion, Nikolai had dribbled some all over her body, paying special attention to her crease, and licked it off her until she begged for mercy.

The moment I sat down on a chair and took off my sarong, a very handsome Asian man my age showed. He wore a white uniform, carried a tray of drink glasses. empty balls balancing on one hand and gave a smile: - Good afternoon Miss. Can I bring you a drink? A snack? “What are those drinks with the little colored umbrellas?” He smiled. "I figured you might want one of those girly drinks." this is the specialty from Diamond Star, a mix of fruit juice and coconut liqueur with Mexican rum. Or, of course, we have the classic margarita.

" Blue Hawaii*." " Great! I'll have that Hawaii stuff. " I requested, drawing a laugh from the man behind the counter. With enviable dexterity, he put the ingredients in the cocktail shaker and beat it well, pouring it into the long drink glass along with the soda, decorating everything according to the requested theme. "There you go, miss. Enjoy the taste of Hawaii!" He handed me the drink and I smiled broadly, thanking him. I took a sip of the blue liquid and started an internal battle to decide which of the two drinks I had tried so far was my favorite.