Jugo Novels & Stories

But it’ll be good adding that to their weapons. “Well the first unfortunate guy just had soda injected into him. When soda makes contact with water it foams up. Just like dropping a mint into soda”. The little bottle had mint properties and when it was injected into the body and made contact with the water in the lungs and foamed up until he couldn’t breathe and eventually died.

Levi reappears, a red plastic cup in each hand. “Ladies,” he drawls, holding the drinks out toward Nessa and me. I take it from him, staring down into the cup dubiously at the red liquid inside. “It’s jungle juice,” he provides before I can ask. “Tastes like kool-aid, but watch out, that shit is potent.” Nessa takes a sip, swallowing it down and licking her lips. “Ooh, this is yummy.” She turns to me, tapping her cup to mine. “Try it, Vee!”

Louis is a little embarrassed, because feeling both pity and desire at the same time is something new. But Keith refuses to eat. He asks for whiskey, or better yet, cognac. Tommy brings them all drinks. She picks up a heavy glass, looks through it, through the dark liquid and ice cubes, squinting a little. He sips and squints in pleasure, listening to the sensations inside: - Divine... Lou goes to the bathroom, picks up a bottle of foam, opens the lid and flips it over where the faucet hits the blue water mirror. The fragrant liquid instantly boils with thick white foam.

“I think you are making shit up.” “It’s a fruit.” Willow rolled her eyes at him. “However, it’s typically used as a veggie. Maybe we need to get you to open your palate some.” “How did everyone do?” Jo ignored their banter. “Anyone get all of them right?” “I got six right.” Isabelle held up her paper. “I got six.” Alpha Jackson held up his paper, too. “But give her the prize. I already won.” “You say that…” Jo walked to where she pulled out the diapers and grabbed another bottle. “…this is a Clase Azul Ultra Tequila that is worth around $2,000 ish dollars. Enjoy.” Jo handed it to Isabelle.