Novel & Cerita Masaki Mayonaka Punch

"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."

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.”

Riley asked. Marina stretched out her hand to touch the red liquid in the air. She didn't get too close then the punch rushed down like it was released from its suspended state. I quickly put the bowl under and caught majority whilst a little of it poured on the rug. Everyone let out a sigh of relief and I put the punch on the table, but before I left the bowl, it had turned cold. "Look! It's frozen solid." Riley stared in awe, running his hand over the frozen punch. All my friends gathered around to look at it.