Mlp Berry Punch Novels & Stories

Austin stood up. "...where's your bourbon...?" He nervously asked scratching the back of his head. "We have orange juice." "Don't be selfish Beth, my beautiful sister." "You're striking me as an alcoholic." "...it has been a rough week. Like you said I'm about to have a rough life ahead, with my baby with Merrigold." Austin stopped for a second. My baby with Merrigold, that sounded so right. "Yes, my baby with Merrigold." Bertha laughed at his expressions. "Are you well...?"

the girls and I yell then giggle. The song comes to an end another song plays after it. At first, I don't recognize it but when I do I groan. Fuck I'm not sitting down today. Noah and Clyde come towards me at the same time Azyhe Nyree's- No Guidance (remix) starts playing. "Here you go," Noah yells over the music. He hands me the glass and I thank him. Taking a sip of the drink my mouth drops open "What's this," I ask and he shrugs. This tastes like a mango and watermelon had a pineapple baby then decided to add in peach for good measure. It smells like a summer paradise

As I looked at the red liquid in glass I ask him, “What is this?” “It is a punch. It’s my family’s recipe. You will love it trust me.” Jacob says as he urges me to take a sip. The sweet berry taste exploded the taste buds as the cool liquid flowed down my throat warming my body instantly. He was right, it tasted amazing and made me feel all warm inside. I looked over at Samuel who devoured his glass and handed the glass back to Jacob. “Would you like more, big guy?” Jacob asked Samuel and it took Samuel a few seconds, but he agreed to a second glass.

“Alcohol? Seriously? But… I didn’t even taste it!” “That’s the trick,” the bartender said with a wink. “The sweetness of the fruit hides the vodka perfectly. Oh, and if you like, we also have boozy brownies and cupcakes. Want to give those a try?” Suddenly, it all clicked. “The Pineapple Malibu cupcakes... I had one of those earlier,” she said slowly, realization dawning like the sun breaking through clouds. The bartender nodded knowingly. “Made with Malibu rum. They’re dangerously delicious.” She gazed off into the distance, a wry smile tugging at her lips.

Sage's knuckles slam into the punching bag, following a steady rhythm that bounces off the bag, and he doesn't stop for a moment. Sweat drips down his hairline, rolling down his temple, and his breathing is loud but steady while his muscles burn, but he likes it, the adrenaline—it keeps his head clear.

Shouting my choice of drink to the bartender, the lady with braids on braids hairstyle made my drink with exquisite calculated movements. In a Collins glass, she poured lime juice, sugar syrup over ice cubes. Next was a mix of Barbados rum and another kind of juice before she stirred the mix. She placed a rectangular pineapple on glass lips after she sprinkled a pinch of grated nutmeg and my drink was ready for consumption. I mumbled a soft thank you, my mouth already watering to have a taste of that punch. The bartender might have heard me because she nodded and moved to the next customer. I had another glass of the amazing punch while watching the people on the dance floor sway, grind and

Vivian and I each got a glass. “I made them fresh,” he said proudly. I sniffed it, braced myself, and took a sip. Sweet and tart blended perfectly. My eyes widened. “This is good.” Ronan’s chest puffed. “Knew it. Finally, a winner.” Vivian raised a brow. “What’s in it?” “Protein powder, oats, strawberries, bilberries, blackberries, and pineapple.” “Pineapple?” Vivian squinted at him. “That’s not a berry.”

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.

Her face lights up with excitement as she makes a beeline for the drink station. She grabs two red solo cups, filling them with something red and fruity-looking. She hands one to me with a grin, her eyes dancing under the dim lights. “It’s the best drink ever—cherry vodka punch!” she practically shouts over the music. I take a cautious sip, the mix of bitter vodka and artificial cherry flavoring hitting my taste buds with an unexpected sweetness. “Not bad,” I say, even though I wince a little. Jugyoung nods enthusiastically, then leans closer to shout over the music, “There are so many hot guys here! I mean, seriously, just look around!”

CHAPTER 6.1 She gets on my motorbike as she sits behind me before I speed off to a nearby cafe which also serves some really fresh fruit bowls and really great fruit shakes freshly picked from their fruit garden located on the back of their shop. I parked my motorbike as I entered the cafe called OFF SHORE with Merry walking next to me. We sat on a table for two and ordered fruit bowls and cold fruit shakes. She ordered Berry Bowl which was mostly composed of different kind of berries and a few legume under the strawberry flavor yogurt with a chocolate and banana fruit shake while I ordered Super Bowl which mostly composed of different kinds of fruits with yogurt in it and my favourite mango