Martini Blue Novels & Stories

THE BAR WAS well lit and held the most exotic of drinks, even rare wines that could not be found anywhere in the country. Nadia was slightly impressed as she sat on a stool. “How did you know I was here?” Janice asked. Nadia raised an eyebrow as if to say; really? But she did not say anything, she simply smiled at the bartender – another pretty young woman – and said, “Give us two glasses of martini. Shaken, not stirred. Make one of them dirty.”

The space was minimalist yet undeniably luxurious, dominated by dark colors and clean lines. To the right was a sitting area with black leather sofas facing a marble coffee table. On the table sat an open bottle of red wine, clearly being allowed to breathe, and a half-empty glass. My eyes inadvertently drifted to Aiden's lips as he walked past me. They looked slightly stained from the wine, a deeper red than usual. Something about the observation made my cheeks warm. "Would you like some?" he asked, noticing my gaze on the wine. "It's a Château Margaux, 2010. Excellent vintage."

El stifled a groan and turned to Lucas, who looked utterly mortified. "Right, back to class, folks!" The Principle shuffled his chair back as he stood, vaguely gesturing with one arm. They filed out of the office into the main hallway, where the magnolia paint was peeling off the walls in places, revealing a pale green underneath. "Psychiatric green", El had once told her, thought to be a calming colour. Lucas took off down the hall, slamming a locker door as he went. "Well, that's just great," El grumbled.

Her fingers stilled on the perfume bottle at his words. So, Evan had planned to open this studio for her from the very first day she set foot in Pavrielle? Why was he being so kind to her? Rita's brow pulled tight and wouldn't loosen. Before heading out, Martin asked her a few more times if she really liked the place, then finally left in high spirits. Rita felt restless. When she saw an '82 Lafite in the cabinet, she made up her mind she wasn't putting the bottle down until she was drunk.

It was a lovely bottle with deep blue glass and a vibrant red logo. “It’s called Intrigue,” the waiter smiled as he poured a bit in each of our glasses. Both Adonis and I took a small sip. The wine coated my tongue and the deep, rich flavor caused my eyes to widen. “Damn,” Adonis declared loudly. “This is fantastic.”

My eyes caught Zake Brown, who was sitting casually on the lower stand, drinking his whiskey. I sat with Ozgur. Next to me are Beyza and Abellard. "Easy, Sis. Even my Brother's one million pounds lost. He won't be mad at you." said Beyza, handing me a glass. I immediately drank it, then I frowned. "What is this?" It tastes bitter but a little sweet and also fresh. "Martini." said Beyza. "Beyza don't give her a liquor." Ozgur takes the glass from me and drinks it in one gulp.

“You got all the stuff?” Aidan nodded. “Yep. Triple sec, cranberry juice, fresh limes. I even went out and got a cocktail shaker and the right kind of glass.” He displayed it for Jax, who blinked at it in astonishment. “It’s called a martini glass. Very elegant, no?” Jax nodded back at him, not having a clue what the hell else to do when confronted with fancy glassware. “Yeah. Nice.” “Uh-huh.” Aidan was amused. “So, you think she’ll show?”

"There's a popular Russian wine you sell. I have forgotten its name. But it's blue and sparkling." The waiter chuckled. "It's Hawaiian. It's called Sparkling Blue Hawaiian. It was invented in 1957 in Hawaii." "Oh, thanks for the reeducation. At least I learned something today. Alright, get it for me. I need to flutes," As soon as he left, Finn turned to me. "Two glasses?" I nodded. "For you and I." "I won't be having any. Just water," "Why?" "I don't have to answer that question," He said, and took out his phone from his pocket.

I nodded because just look at me, I hadn’t had some great problem but he helped me shake off the shyness and now I was having a good time. “I’m also a damn good barman” he shot me a wink. “That you are!” Elise nodded, slamming her glass on the table. I had to agree to, his job and makes a damn good martini. “Have you tied one of his chocolate martini?” She asked nudging my arm, I shook my head to which she replied, “You have to, it’s terrific. Chen, can we have a chocolate martini? Katy wants to try it” “Yeap, you should really try a few” Adam added “And the watermelon martini, and the Dirty Martini that’s really good too”

They were the canvas for my next masterpiece. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small vial of concentrated methylene blue, a medical grade dye. In small doses, it’s harmless. In "Jean-Pierre" doses, it has a very specific side effect: it turns the consumer’s skin a delicate, sickly shade of Smurf, the blue ones. "One drop for the Prince," I whispered, my accent slipping into something vaguely resembling a Bond villain. "Two drops for the Marriage Merger. And three drops because he tried to play father to my children.”