Novel & Cerita Lemonade Mouth Nick Roux

His voice matches his look, deep and masculine. We all move to the beach barge for a round of drinks, talking about the game as we walk. Shortly after we settle down at the barge, the waiter appears and takes our orders. “Struggling to make an order?” Nickolas asks, taking the empty seat beside me. “I guess so. I'm trying not to go for something basic, but I also don't want to regret exploring something new.” “Oh, would you want me to suggest something?” “Sure.” “The ice-cold frappes are good, and so is the Blue Lagoon cocktail and the Greek Sunset mocktail.”

Leo said, grabbing my wrist and topping up the patch of salt. We lined up the next tequila shots. Leo held onto my wrist and gave me his, he licked my wrist and encouraged me to lick his. Then he gave me the tequila shot and drank his own too, then placed a lime slice in his mouth and launched himself in for a kiss. We locked lips with the lime still in his mouth, the cool, sharp citrus squeezed into my mouth.

I teased, nudging him lightly with my shoulder. "I am focused," he protested with mock innocence. "Completely focused." He grabbed a spoon, dipped it into the sauce, and held it up to my mouth. "Taste," he offered. "Family recipe." I did. The flavor of fresh tomatoes, basil, garlic, and a hint of red wine burst across my tongue. "It's perfect," I said honestly. But Nick didn't pull his hand away. Instead, he brushed his thumb across the corner of my mouth. "You've got some tomato sauce right here," he murmured, his eyes fixed on my lips.

I asked the waiter. "The apple cider bourbon smash is popular — bourbon, fresh apple cider from our orchard, lemon, and a touch of maple syrup. Or if you prefer something lighter, the rosemary gin fizz is excellent." "I'll try the bourbon one," I decided. Miles ordered the same, and the waiter disappeared with a promise to return shortly. Left to ourselves again, Miles leaned forward slightly, his elbows on the table. "So. Thoughts so far?"

Determined to shake off the weariness of their journey, she decided to concoct a refreshing drink for both of them. She sliced fresh lemons with expert precision, carefully squeezed the juice into a crystal-clear pitcher, and added a generous amount of ice. The citrusy aroma filled the air, invigorating their senses. She then muddled mint leaves and added a splash of soda water, creating a refreshing mojito. The clinking of ice against the glass was like a symphony, promising a moment of relaxation.

She came in at a close second. "Tell me, Ciaran, how is your endeavor going with the coal mines you are pinning after?" Nerezza asked and spooned some ice cream into her mouth, Lemon flavored with a sweet granadilla syrup. Mint leaves to break up the sugar. I smiled and took a bit as well.

Rue declared, lifting her plastic teapot with a flourish that made her curls bounce. I sipped dutifully from the tiny cup with a crooked handle. "Mmm. Exquisite, my lady. Is this... strawberry unicorn flavor?" Rue gasped dramatically. "Nooo, it's marshmallow dragon!" "Ah. Of course." I gave her a solemn nod. "My apologies to the marshmallow dragons. I didn't mean to offend their legacy." Rue giggled and poured again, this time adding a crumbled teddy graham as a snack. He promptly drowned in my cup.

He pauses, then adds, “It was… thoughtful of you to include us.” The admission seems to cost him something. I seize the opportunity. “What’s your favorite cocktail?” I ask, offering what I hope looks like a serene smile and not a painful grimace. “I’d like to serve it at the party.” Leonard’s eyebrows raise slightly. “You don’t have to—” “I want to,” I insist. “Please.” He studies me for a long moment, then nods. “Very well. There’s a drink I enjoy. It’s not common—my own creation, actually. Kiwi muddled with mint, gin, lime juice, and a splash of elderflower liqueur.”

"Alright, don’t get mad. I’ll make you something extra special." Five minutes later, a brightly colored drink—something that looked suspiciously like it belonged on a kids' menu—appeared in front of Leo. Tara gave him a serious pat on the shoulder and said with mock solemnity, "Try this. It’s sweet and specially made for little ones. I’m sure you’ll love it." Leo stared at the glass, his mouth opening as if to argue, but curiosity ultimately won out. He took a sip, and the sugary taste instantly lifted his mood. A smug grin spread across his face as he declared, "Hmph, not bad at all!"

My stomach rumbled in response. “Oh, absolutely,” I said dramatically, crossing my arms. “I think I want to eat everything.” Nick chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, not happening. Pick one.” I let out an exaggerated sigh, tapping my chin like I was making the most important decision of my life. “Caramel apple.” He smirked and ordered two. When he handed them to me, I eagerly took a big bite, the sweet caramel sticking to my lips instantly. I tried to lick it off, but before I could, Nick was already watching me with that amused look on his face.