Mint Berry Crunch South Park の小説・ストーリー

The next day, and even if we really didn’t have much sleep, we continued to go places with our friends, which included Pinto Museum, where we found someone who sells strawberry-flavored ice cream. “Love, you want?” I asked Audrey pointing at the ice cream cart. “Yes, please.” with the sweet nod she usually does when she really wants something. I started to see her smile again when I handed her a cone. I followed it up with a hug. We checked out what the museum had in store. I also got apprehended by one of the staff since I stepped over a line which I wasn’t supposed to. Talk about awkward. Then night time came, and we went to Baguio Craft Brewery which had the tastiest selection of beer.

This surprised me, I never knew such a tree exists in the Torrids. Mertha grabs a weird looking thing from the table. It looked like something that I didn’t want to think about. My face contorted in disgust and I quickly took a step back once Mertha took a step towards me, the weird brown thing between us. She notices and quickly chuckles. She splits the brown thing into two and when broken, inside if was dark brown fibrous seeds. “This is a tamarind, it looks weird, but it tastes amazing.” She grabs the ladle from me and digs into the brown sour smelling soup. She scooped some and blew into it, tasting. She grimaced a bit, but a satisfied smile appears on her face after.

“Ooh, and the bonus? You’d get to hear how fucking irritating it is when you spit them out.” He smiled at her with sunflower seeds all over his teeth. “Eww. Gross, Chase, shut your mouth. That’s nasty.” “Now you’re just bein’ mean.” He rolled down the window and emptied his overflowing seed cup. Great. Now when he spit out his spent seeds she’d hear a ping against the paper cup after the pa-tooey spitting sound. Next pee break Ava was buying barbecue-flavored CornNuts. The crunch and the smell would be the ultimate payback. “When are we stopping?”

his eyes widened, but Seung-ho pushed the brownies into his mouth. They both took a piece of brownie and pushed it down with a Vodka shot. Min-a winced the most from how much it burned his throat and chest. “Here, swallow this.…” Seung-ho handed over a piece of candy-looking thing. He noticed Min-a’s hands shaking as he collected them. Seung-ho suddenly recollected Eun Hye's story of how Min-a had once overdosed. “It's gum. A mint gum. For the after taste of the brownie and alcohol. You don't have to worry.” Seung-ho explained.

Crystal pulls me through the crowd until we reach an enormous bar at the back of the room. “What do you drink?” she asks. “Water.” She stares at me. “I’m serious.” “You’re eighteen.” “I know.” “You’re at a fae party.” “I’m also apparently a magical fire hazard.” Crystal considers that. “Fair point.” I laugh as she orders two drinks anyway. The bartender slides a pale purple liquid toward me. I eye it suspiciously. “What is it?” “Moonberry wine.” “That sounds fake.” “We’re surrounded by supernaturals, Aria.”

I thought I was going to end up puking and I quickly ransacked the papers in front of me in desperate search for a puke bag. Zane saves the day–and the airplane seat–as he flips open one in front of me and I grab it in a millisecond. Fortunately, it was just a false alarm and I went back to just being a shaking ball of nerves. “Thanks,” I mumbled to Zane who was staring at me wide-eyed and had his hands stretched out as if waiting to catch me if I was going to collapse. “Do you want mint candy?” I nodded my head and he quickly passed me one. It’s a fazermint – a dark chocolate that conceals the delicious filling of peppermint oil. Definitely didn’t have these back in Arizona.

He had such a deep searching look in his eyes and she wasn’t sure what had prompted this look. The bartender returned and set their appetizer in front of them with a small stack of napkins. Brayden had ordered Bavarian pretzels with a dark ale mustard dip and just looking at the pretzels made Meredith’s mouth water. Brayden gave her a small smile, seeing the imaginary drool sliding down Meredith’s chin. Meredith missed his smile because she was so focused on the food in front of her.

I was poor, but the kind of person with a refined palate, rich. The cup was emptied in a short time. And when I realized, I was getting another one. The choice this time was cherry. Damn, who ever had the privilege of drinking cherry beer ? I. I couldn't drink any more, or I'd end up with my friend Salma's card. It would certainly be deducted from her salary later. Although I don't think she would mind if I tried a ... Mint beer . - You'll get drunk this way. – the bartender handed me the third glass, laughing.

I took the popsicles from the attendant and handed him the bright pink strawberry one, keeping the dark mint for myself. Tarzan looked down at the popsicle, then back at me, one eyebrow raised. “Really?” I nodded confidently. “We’re playing our roles until the end. I’m the dark-themed one, and you’re the pink one. I’ll take your mint, and you’ll take my strawberry.” His lips twitched in amusement. “If you say so.” He shrugged and accepted the strawberry popsicle. Feeling very pleased with myself, I took a large bite of the mint. An icy blast hit me instantly. A violent chill raced through my body, and I visibly shuddered at the intense, freezing taste. I had never tried this flavor before, a