Masaki Mayonaka Punch Novels & Stories

“More please.” “Are you sure? It’s a Werewolf recipe and it’s…” “Strong, yes, I know. I can handle my liquor and this is just punch, after all. Hit me again.” Nikolai quirked an eyebrow, and Akari sighed impatiently. “It’s a human expression—it means give me another one.” she poked the cup at Nikolai impatiently. “I feel like getting drunk tonight.” “In that case, Visu Punch will do the trick. But I’d go easy on that if I were you. It’s a bit potent for humans.”

He switched it on and turned up the volume and as expected, it only played old classics, but cool classics though, we started nodding to the rhythms and before we knew it, the concoction began to kick in and we went wild as we danced hard to the beats. It was a very crazy night, we forgot we were literally somewhere, in the middle of the pacific with no one knowing of our whereabouts, it was the wildest thing we ever did, eloping from the Marshalls, traveling on a submarine and then partying away our lives with the strongest type of concoction ever, the lemon natural juice actually made the mix more acidic and alcoholic, it gave out a white gaseous smoke when it was added to the punch and I

=== Item: Fruit Punch (Bottled) Description: Refreshing bottle of homemade fruit punch using real fruits. Effect: Quenches thirst for 10 minutes. Crafted by: Zen === “Would this work?” Zen asked. Akiko grabbed a bottle from the fridge and excused herself. Oritha didn’t bother going after her. Only one person had to test the effects, and she did not feel like revisiting the lava sauna. Waiting in awkward silence, Zen kept his hands busy with slime puddings. Oritha took a nap and waited until Akiko sent a message.

I yelled. “I am the machine,” she grunted. I couldn’t breathe from laughing.We played for an hour until half the group was crying on the floor from laughter. “Alright,” I said, standing dramatically. “Who wants fancy drinks?” “ME,” everyone said in unison like a cult. I brought out the strawberry vibe punch, sparkling apple juice, orange soda, lemon slices, mint leaves, and those tiny colorful umbrellas that make everything feel like a vacation. Maya mixed something purple and horrifying.

Loki and I covered our mouths when Becka lightly pinched her on the side. "Your Pizza is so dramatic, it's so childish." she said to daisy. "Of course, Made with love for my lovely young Sir and Madam." He didn't want to answer this, which made him shake his head. "Thank you Sister Daisy!" Loki and Thor said at the same time, I laughed when he signed a Korean heart. It was just a matter of time and they realized it was a joke. "Here is the special Shake Madam, Young Sir. fresh from the three of coconut, known as Mylene's knuckle shake." Mylene introduced the drinks, not wanting to lose to Daisy's intro.

"What you said is also good." "Those are mine." I tell him. He walks off with them anyway. "..." These guys... My eyebrow began to twitch. Those are my favorite. Hagihara seemed to be inspecting the drinks. "An Americano, sweet tea, and orange soda..." "Eh? Is my mango smoothie not there?" I craned my neck. A loud slurping sound could be heard. We look to Akemi-san who slurps obnoxiously loud, almost as if to announce her presence.

"Alright, music major. Help me out. Which punch is actually drinkable and won't kill my tastebuds?" ​Dom looked down at the bowls, then back at me, a highly critical look on his face. "The red one is basically sugar-flavored battery acid. The yellow one actually has real fruit in it, but Sam sneaked some ridiculously strong dark rum into it about ten minutes ago. Drink at your own risk."

fuck off! "Should have known you'd follow me here." I said, as a pair of soft, feminine hands snaked up my back; Misaki. "I'm glad it didn't come as a shock." She grinned, taking a seat beside me, much to my annoyance. She grabbed my bottle of tequila, pouring herself some. "Thought you only drink green tea." I said, in a bid to taunt her. "Very funny, Bran!" She rolled her eyes, before downing a shot of tequila.

I added. “Do you want to be specific with the drink or should I carry on with the task,” the server asked while I glanced through the menu. “Umm… For tradition, give us sake and mugicha. Ramune, yuzu lemonade, and Sakura spritzer for modern. And for cocktails, Sakura martini, and Tokyo mule. Also add an extra plate for each,” I said lastly. I wanted to trust him with the drunks, but I also wanted to order big.

Mom walked up to the door, cleared her throat, and her voice was unusually gentle. “Ray? Does your face still hurt? I’ve got you some strawberry cake. It’s your favorite.”