Lemonade Mouth Nick Roux Novels & Stories

“That’s a shame. I have all these nice drinks and nobody to drink them with me.” “I could always get one of the other girls if you need someone to drink with you.” I suggest and earn myself a dirty glance from the handsome man by my side. Okay, I am guessing that was a no... He picked up one of the cocktails from the tray in front of him, a deep red one, with glitter along the edge of the tall, slim glass, decorated with a multi-coloured umbrella. “So, here is a thing me and the guys were debating... ketchup is technically just a fruit smoothie. Which I kind of get…” What the hell?! Ketchup was a sauce. No where was it considered a fruit smoothie, was it?! "The drink made me think about it,

Nickie was holding my waist, keeping me steady while he searched the pantry for something to soak up the alcohol. “She doing okay?” a soft voice asked. I looked up to see Roxie, Matteo’s ex from years ago. I tried to pull my jacket tighter around me. “She’s fine, Roxie,” Nickie said, offering her a polite but distant smile. “I’m just getting her some fuel.” “I’ll leave you to it. There’s some crab salad and mini-croissants in the cooler,” Roxie said, then turned to me with a sheepish look. “Don't mind those three. They’re just bitter they lost the throne.”

According to Victor, Brock got pulled into an emergency business call. He had instructed Victor to serve dinner without him. They were all seated at a long wood dining room table. The only light in the room was the chandelier above the table. They could see to eat, but Lexi couldn’t make out their surroundings. The first appetizer was a Caesar salad. The main course was duck a l’orange. Lexi never had duck before. She liked it, but it was a heavy dish.

he replied with a smile. "It's your responsibility." I lowered my lips to the straw and took a deep breath. A bitter yet sweet taste with a hint of mint spread in my mouth, which only partially covered the alcohol in it. It tastes ... interesting. Not bad, not good, just interesting. "And?", Nick asked as soon as I had released the straw from my mouth.

The TV is also big, and they said we'd watch Nétflix first. We moved the couch a bit to make space in the middle, then we laid down a cloth and a mini table in the center, where we put all the food. They also brought drinks, including Bacardi 151 and Vodka Scotch whiskey. They stated that Kaelyn, an expert, would be responsible for crafting the cocktails. Their ingredients include warm apple cider and lemon soda. It's up to them, anyway—I'm just going to drink. They also have fresh lemons, salt, and lots of ice cubes. Just as we were fixing everything, the doorbell rang, and I already knew it was them. So, I volunteered to open the door.

“It’s a mix of vodka, elderflower liqueur, fresh lemon juice, and a splash of soda. I call it the ‘Russian Spring.’” I can’t help but smile at the creativity. “Well, in that case, I’ll give it a try.” She beams. “Enjoy!” I do. I take a cautious sip, letting the flavors dance on my tongue. It’s surprisingly refreshing, with a subtle sweetness from the elderflower and a tangy kick from the lemon juice. “Not bad.” She grins, clearly pleased. “Glad you like it, ma’am. If you need anything else, just let me know.”

"I had some business to attend to. It smells great." “Oh, thanks. Should be ready soon!” Mom shouted. Everett and his father joined us outside near the table. My mom had set up plates and utensils with plenty of wet wipes and napkins for sticky fingers. Dad brought a huge pitcher of lemonade with ponies of lemon Stolichnaya vodka if we wanted to add it. As soon as Lily heard his voice and he approached Lily widened her eyes and plastered a smile for them. "Hello, Mr. Williams, Everett. Nice to see you again."

"Here, dear, this might help with your hangover. A little sourness to counter the bitterness." Nysaa reluctantly took the glass, the acidic scent of lemon making her wince. She sipped cautiously, the sharp tang sending a shiver down her spine. "Ugh, that's harsh," she grimaced. Dr. Ruiz chuckled softly. "It'll do you good. Eat some breakfast, and you'll start feeling better in no time."

Lucas said. "It's fine. There's still some," Coco said, drinking the lemonade. The sour flavor felt so good in her mouth and seemed to help curb the nausea. Coco sipped the drink slowly, and Lucas stared at her with a tender look in his eyes. "Is it good?" he asked.

Once the shallots softened, I stirred in the cream and let it simmer until the sauce thickened. "You've done this before," Magnus said. "A few times." "Where did you learn to cook like this? It wasn't from any cookbook in this house. None of my cooks season a sauce like that.” "Somewhere far from here. I don't remember all of it, but my hands seem to.” He didn't ask anything else, and I was grateful for that. Nella, meanwhile, had found the basket of oranges. "What are you making to drink?” "Just orange juice with mint." I squeezed the oranges into a jug, then added water and a little honey. Nella crushed the mint between her fingers before dropping it in. Magnus tasted it and gave the same