Martini Blue Novels & Stories

**[Flashback continued from the last chapter]** "What are these?" Ansh was a good boy and had never touched alcohol in his life, but that didn’t mean he didn’t know what kind of drinks they were. "This is an apple martini," Abhimanyu said, pointing at the green-colored drink. Ansh blinked as he stared at the colorful drinks, which were shining in the crystal glasses like the moon among the stars. "This one is a mojito and a cosmopolitan," Ariv said, and everyone snapped their heads at him because of the knowledge he shared with his elder brothers.

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"Blue is cold and calm, normally gives a feeling of lonely and sorrow; but white, white is tricky. They way you surrounded white with blue here, is a symbol of safety and peace, and the sweet you put in the white level is the perfect evidence." "Maybe I'm just fond of the night!" Kitty held up her arms in front of her chest, hinting the dark sky above their head. "Yeah, that's true. But you named it Winter Night. Winter is already cold. Why is your winter night in dark blue but with a soft spot that was sweet? This drink starts with sour but ends with a hint of faint pine sweet, it's not horror and pain, it's--" He suddenly stopped. "It's what?"

“Well, the ladies at home like silk bedding, and even their pajamas are made of silk. It feels very smooth and good, and it's quite satisfying when I tear it off as well.” Martin looked at Harmonia with a serious expression, “Did you hear what Mr. Blue likes?” Harmonia nodded vigorously. Blue glanced at Harmonia and said, “Raise your head and show me your face.” Harmonia looked up. Blue looked so disgusted that he almost vomited. “What kind of reincarnation of an ugly monster is this? What did your distant relative eat when she was growing up?” Martin laughed a few times. Mr. Blue glanced at Harmonia and asked, “What's your name? I'll have someone register you.”

There, he said it while handing out his newly filled cup to Darina. Darina's gaze was on the cup. But she began setting her eyes to the moonlight above. Darina poised a brief, candid smile. Her left hand lingered tighter to the company of the wine bottle. The bottle has an insignia of Marsden and āb-i angūr wine sweetened by time. Sparing attention from the royal on her side, she proceeded the bottle to her lips. Drop by drop, she took the yields of vineyard. Right there filling her heart with that kind of favor she preferred —imposing, pleasant and rewarding.

I take her to the dance floor. "All right, let's enjoy it, as you said, but you're a liar." She shook her head no. We enjoyed ourselves on the dance floor and drank like there was no next time. I preferred to drink the Sapphire Martini, and Billy chose Martini on the Rock. These are some of the most expensive cocktails in the world. We party all night. Good music relieves stress, and the light adds to the excitement.

But I'll have one now. Bernie leaned over and poured the drink into the empty glass. I sneered at Umberto. " Your servant still makes excellent vodka martinis. How lucky you are to be able to afford such a man." Umberto's expression was pitiful. He looked like he was about to pass out. His voice became tiny. " Bernie, what's going on?" I tasted the martini. " This is good, Bernie. Now be a good boy and excuse me, would you? My brother and I have some private business to attend to."

His eyes travel to my chest, "And a side of you not looking at me chest, paired with the Garden Gimlet. Thank you." He gets my hint and looks up at my eyes, I lock eyes with him. He looks down, "I'm sorry ma'am." He then looks at Grey, who doesn't the least look calm. "I'll have the Yellowtail tartar with caviar and the sashimi salad with matsuhisa dressing as the main and a grapefruit on the rocks for now. A bottle of Salon, Blanc de Blancs, Brut, Le Mesnil '06." He takes all of that down.

- we already went to the kitchen, and Marta took out the phone and began to dial the number. - No, he has a whole process there. I’ll explain later,” she waved her hand and, going out, added: “Set the table.” Well, cover it, cover it. And then we drank, although to be honest, we drank! Matvey brought us two bottles of his tincture, which, by the way, was excellent: a little sour, with a clear berry aroma, and because of this we drank like a slightly intoxicated compote. Under this case, it was easy and simple to share worries and gratefully listen to words of support.

He saw them as brothers. As the sun began to set, the first run of the juice began to flow from the press. It was a thick, vibrant violet, a river of potential. Signor Martini stepped forward with a small glass, catching the liquid and holding it up to the dying light. He took a sip, swirled it, and nodded slowly.