Martini Blue Novels & Stories

“Are you done for the day? Do you wanna hang out?” “Hang out? Where?” I asked her and noticed three other people had come to a stop a few feet away from us. “The Vixen.” Tanya said with a huge smile and turned back and motioned the others to come join us. I immediately recognized Martin from the group. He wasn’t wearing his chauffer’s uniform this evening and instead had a light blue shirt on that complemented his icy blue eyes and he had paired it with crème coloured pants. His sandy blonde hair was gelled back in style and for the first time, I noticed that he was wearing a diamond stud earring in his left ear. Overall, the man looked dashing enough to give any Incubus a run for his money…

Just fabric swatches and Marcus's increasingly dramatic objections to gold as a color family. "Silver and midnight blue," Ariel said finally. "It's less predictable." "Thank you," Priya said, triumphant. "See, Marcus, this is why I bring reinforcements." "Fine," Marcus grumbled, though he was clearly fighting a smile. "Silver and midnight blue. But I want it on record that gold and white would have looked more expensive." "Nobody's questioning your commitment to gold, Marcus," Dana said, not looking up from her spreadsheet. "We're questioning your taste."

"But for a beginner drinker like you, this is advanced level." My mouth fell open in wonder. "What are its ingredients?" "The ingredients of a martini are what you see here—vodka and white vermouth," Jason explained as he opened the vodka bottle next, adding it to the mixture. "It's one of the most famous mixed alcoholic drinks in the world." I nodded as if I understood completely, though in truth, I knew very little about fancy cocktails. My experience was limited to wine and beer—or "cheap drinks," as he called them.

Martins said to one of his female bartender, and pointed at the direction to Luke, “Look, I want you to take a bottle of red wine and place it on his table.” “Okay Sir,” she nodded and went to carry out the order. Martins was still standing where he was when he gave the first order and after a couple of minutes, he requested for a very beautiful lady and it didn't take up to five minutes, an astonishing young lady with a very attractive height and hips came to meet Martins. She was putting on only a bra that popped her cleavage and a very short skirt. “Sir, you called me? How can I be of service to you?”

Um, just a blizzard martini," I said suddenly shy. "Have you ever tried the Stubs?" he asked me, surprisingly he called something off the menu without looking at it. "No, I haven't. What's in it?' I asked. Although I owned the hotel, I wasn't a drinker and when I did drink, it was Martinis. "Red wine, dried peaches, raisins, dried plums, a cinnamon stick and lemon peel" he said as if he created the drink. He knew so much about the

I replied, matching her energy. “Here,” she cleaned out a spot for me before doing the same to the nearest place. “Let's talk here, the blazing sun wouldn't reach us.” “You're right.” I replied with a nod. A few seconds later, she snapped her finger, and a maid walked in with a tray holding a bottle of wine and two glasses. Uncorking the bottle, she filled a glass with the wine which turned out to be blue in color. “Blue?” I asked, staring at the bottle. I was a bit surprised because I was used to seeing red wine and not blue.

Several glasses were already set on the table—drinks he had mixed earlier, but the woman before him had taken only a sip of each before setting them aside. "Another," Sarah said as she pushed the latest glass away. The Blue Star cocktail shimmered under the flashing lights, its deep blue hue glowing with an almost hypnotic brilliance. But something felt off—it was missing something. Was it the aroma of Cabernet Sauvignon? Or was it something else entirely? The bartender didn’t refuse her request. After all, she was paying. As he prepared another drink, Sarah let her gaze drift over the sea of men and women inside the bar. Unexpectedly, her eyes landed on a familiar figure in the dimly lit co

Tatiana called, beckoning them to follow her. Lydia was glad for the interruption, she didn’t want to speak about her relationship with Drake if she could help it, She didn’t want to end up saying something and have Drake say another. Tatiana sat the women down in a quaint little tea room. There was a small round table set up with a red satin tablecloth over it and little white dollies where a glass might sit. On the table was a spread of cheeses from around the world and a variety of crackers. Sitting in the middle of the table was a bottle of Malbec in a brand that Lydia had never seen, Domino del Plata Nosotros, what happened to the good old Colores Del Sol, Lydia’s favorite Malbec. “Than

Aaron asked without looking at me but at the counter, listing down something. "No wonder why Ma'am Fatima trusts you. You treat your customers well," I said. Aaron looked up. A smile brightened his face. "You really came early," he said, giving me a hug over the counter. "Why won't you take a seat first? My shift's going to end soon." "Alright. I want to drink a negroni," I said before going to my seat. I sat down and listened to the relaxing beats of music. A few moments later, Aaron came with a glass of red Negroni. It's actually an Italian aperitif, a drink that is normally served before and after a meal. It's made of gin, vermouth rosso, and Campari; that's what makes its color.

“And I don’t know you’re legal to get a beer.” I scoffed, knowing he’d even seen me drink wine and champagne. I guessed I wasn’t thinking straight. I wanted to get away from Ryden before I could say something that could hurt both of us. “Just club soda with syrup and berries extract. I ditched the rum. Try it, it’s on the house.” He placed down a tall glass before me with mint leaves and a tiny umbrella. “Why is it blue?” “A chemical reaction?” He wasn’t even sure, and he may have seen something on my face. He added, “I’m not trying to poison you, Amelia. Trust me, it’s good.”