Jungle Juice Novels & Stories

Tom asked. "I'm Jonathan. Just call me Joe." "Thanks, Joe. Sorry my friend was such a hassle," Bob added. "No problem. Just relax!" As they spoke, two doctors—Joe’s friends—came by to call for him. "Joe, where’s the juice?" Dr. Kelvin asked. "I want one too!" Dr. Brandon added. "Geez, you guys! Can't you wait a second?" Joe replied, reaching into his bag and pulling out two boxes of strawberry juice in packaging identical to the goat-blood juice from the Mediyoung Company.

Stylists, makeup artists were gone already. Natasha reduced the temperature of the A/C. "Here," She handed me a small glass of liquid. I glanced at her in question. "It’s mango and berry mixed juice. I know it's not alcohol, but it would make you feel better and keep you more hydrated. You will need it as you have a long day ahead." She added. I whispered thanks to her and held the glass against my lips. I drank the juice. It was refreshing and delicious. I put the glass on the side table. Soon, I needed to leave and climb the aisle.

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!”

“All my life, my uncle kept me sheltered. This is my first time out in a place like this.” “Oh,” he thanked the bartender when he dropped a cup of a rich dark green coloured drink. I stared hard at it as he took a sip of it, wondering what the hell he ordered. “What's that?” I motioned to the drink when he dropped it. “This?” He gestured to the drink and I nodded. “It's a sweet fruit alcoholic drink. Do you need a taste of it? It's called jungle juice.” “But that's not the name you gave the man.” I protested, staring at the juice with a curious expression on my face.

I think that it’s better than just floating around and wondering about life. I was swimming away from Gavin when I saw the maids entering with the juice. I asked for time out and pointed to the juice. “I’ll drink, first.” I swam towards the stairs as I accept the towel the maid has given me. Oh my, It’s not juice! It looks like a fruit shake rather than juice! Wow, a perfect drink for the perfect day of summer. There were 2 flavors here. One was blueberry and the other was an avocado. Oh my. Oh my.

I trail my fingers through his soft hair, admiring how it is. "Yes, I need some chilled fruit juice." "Not wine?" "No baby, I feel like taking something natural." He gives me a warm smile. "Sure, I'll bring it in the next minute. One minute please." I take an excuse walking out of the room to the kitchen where I make him fresh pineapple juice mixed with green apple. He really loves this mixture of fruits, best served chilled. I place it inside the high-tech freezer which cools stuff in barely seconds. I don't disappoint him with the time I kept because I'm able to return on time, even earlier than he expected.

On the way to Joshua Tree, we stopped in a little town called Yucca Valley to get provisions. It was so small and out of the way that not a single person in the tiny grocery store recognized the band. “Don’t forget the orange juice,” Killian commanded. “We have to have orange juice.” “I didn’t know you liked orange juice so much,” I said. “It’s for all of us,” he explained. “Helps with the mushrooms. Intensifies the high. And helps you wash them down, since they taste like shite.”

He smiles like a cat that has gotten the canary and snaps his fingers to gesture something to a nearby waiter. Instantly, the waiter brings a tray with ten shot glasses full of some liquid. Jason smiles lazily at me. “The rules are simple. Nine of these glasses contain hard vodka but one of these is just fruit juice of the same color. Your mission is to choose and drink up shots until you get to the juice. The moment you get that, the deal is yours. If you’re lucky, the first shot you choose could be juice itself and if worse comes to worse, you get to drink nine shots, let loose and still get your deal. What do you say?”

Susan said, looking over to where the French people were all getting a massage by two staff members. "It certainly does," Krista agreed, noticing one of the male staff members massaging the cock and balls of one of the men. "I hope that you have had a nice nap," Mahana said as she approached with a bamboo tray and three tall glasses filled with a reddish-orange liquid. "This will refresh you," she said, handing each of them a glass. "It is guava, papaya, pineapple, and passionfruit juices with some lime and gingko root to enhance sexual prowess," she explained.

GINGER By the time we made it to the party, Terri seemed to be in a much better mood. I felt pleased with the progress I’d made. She was opening up more and actually laughing, a huge contrast to earlier that afternoon. “Let’s go get some drinks!” I exclaimed and led her into the kitchen of the small house we’d come to. They had a huge bowl of jungle juice set out, so I filled our Solo cups with generous pours. We clinked our cups together and made it out to the living room where music was blasting and different students were gathered. I sniffed around, but only humans seemed to be in attendance so far.