Martini Blue Novels & Stories

Here on this floor, there was no dancehall to speak of, instead, two of the longer walls had been turned into opposite facing bars that ran the length of each wall. “This is the third floor where refreshments and food are the speciality, food, drinks and snacks can be enjoyed here. The city’s finest cocktails are made here by our team of mixologists such as the Purple Emblem in your hand.” So that’s what it was, I looked at the bottled drink in my hand and unscrewed it open to get hit by a nice waft of blueberry and butterfly pea. I took a sip of the drink and was surprised by the flavor burst. It was sweet and tangy, fruity and herby and on

, the blue haired bartender left us without another glance as she rushed to the other side of the bar. "Alright, shots first to get us going", Marnie ordered. The liquid burned as I quickly downed it, while it was enough to make the average girl slightly tipsy, it merely warmed my belly. We shuffled off to find a table to lean on as we sipped our cocktails, taking in our surroundings properly. The club's walls were a dark blue colour, they were light up mostly by lasers that created a misty effect. It felt like I was under the night sky as I noticed the ceiling had miniature lights scattered all over, twinkling like stars. It could almost be described as beautiful, which isn't a word I would

Seven painful steps later, she stood in front of Benji, her napkin moist with spit. Wiping his chin, she noticed the bowls of blended food untouched, the glass of clear, pale chardonnay and golden champagne sitting in front of him, ignored. “Huh.” “What’s that, Marta?” Peabody watched her carefully. “He seems to have misplaced his glass of red.”

- He explained. - Thanks. I took the drink and looked. I took a sip. I didn't think it was good ... But it wasn't bad either. It was her face: red and dull. I went back to the bar and ordered another one, just the same. I walked over to Ben with the two glasses. He was near the dance floor, drinking a colorless liquid. - What is it? – I asked. - Dry Martini. - Since when do you drink this? - Since when do you drink cherry beer? He lifted and lowered his shoulders, ignoring me.

I didn't have a single drop of energy to waste on arguing; I still had my second shift tonight. "Can I get an order for table seventeen?" I asked the bartender behind the counter. "They want Moët, Dom Pérignon, Hennessy XO, and Blue Label." "You got it." He nodded, immediately reaching for the premium bottles. I leaned against the counter, massaging my temples and praying I could get through the rest of the night without a disaster. When the waiter loaded up the tray, I followed closely behind him back to the lion's den. ~~~

I simply stated while picking up my wine glass again. “So what are…Wait a minute… Did you just confirm my guess? Come on give me a definite answer.” He urged forgetting himself. Well, this wasn’t the first time he would speak to me so casually. Apart from being my beta, he was also my best friend, which was why he speaks casually with me when we are alone. “Yeah, she is the BLUE BLOOD of this century and happens to also be my fated mate,” I confirmed it for him. I know that I told her that she was my chosen mate, but I lied knowing fully well that it could scare her if I told her she was destined to be with me from the onset. I know that though she pretended not to be affected by it all, she

I asked him. “ Nah, Nah, nothing!” He shakes his head anf grin. Looking at him closely I realized Mr martins isn't looking bad, he is handsome and got some resemblance to Colin. Wait Colin? How does his name come to mind? I asked myself and shaked my head kicking him off. The waiter came over with our meal and I was forced to ask the name of the meal. “ Seared Scallops with Orange Beurre Blanc” Mr martins replied. I nodded and took a bite and it was heavenly.

I just hope that our manager won't notice my disappearance for a short time. Perchiène Colonus was a drink composed of whisky, margarita, martini, and Manhattan. We serve them at the bar at night for heavy drinkers. It's the best seller here, and for those of us who know how to mix it, it is a must that we are always present during night shifts.

In fact, she made it halfway up the steep road leading back to the Rusty Puffin before he called out, “Miz Scarlett?” She shouldn’t have smiled. She shouldn’t have had even that brief moment of thinking, Yes! She shouldn’t have. But she did. She turned. “Yes, Mr. Blue?” she replied, a bit of Southern accent sliding into the words to match his. So unwise. “You ever have a hankering to ride a horse?” “I try not to hanker, Mr. Blue.” Liar. You’re hankering something fierce at the moment. “I’m learning life is simpler that way.” Or will be. Just as soon as you cut that out.

The scent is light and calming, and I actually yawn after inhaling it. I hurry up and transfer the liquid into the special bottle I’ve selected for Marco’s gift. The vial is made of blown glass, and the color is a lovely, deep shade of midnight blue that reminds me of a peaceful night sky. I attach the silvery little stopper and tie a single, shimmery black ribbon around the neck of the bottle. It looks lovely, and my heart swells with hope at the thought of how it might help Marco. ____________________