Mlp Berry Punch Novels & Stories

"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 answered then walked to the till counter with him. "Aren't we forgetting something?" I asked seriously. "I don't think so. We got whiskey, vodka, beers, champagne and ciders. We also got wine, both alcoholic and none alcoholic, Rum, gin, tequila, Brandy and spirits." He answered. "Shouldn't we add on fruits for making punch, perhaps decorations and presents?" I asked in concern. "Nope, decorations are already there and fruits are more than enough on that side. As for the presents, just give her money." He answered.

I gasped after trying something called a Rusty Nail. Molly laughed, patting my back. “Yeah, that one’s not for beginners.” But then the bartender slid a bright blue cocktail in front of me. “Try this one. Blue Hawaiian. Coconut rum, blue liqueur, and pineapple juice.” I took a wary sip, expecting the worst, but felt my eyes widen as the cocktail slid down my throat. It was sweet but not too sweet, with a tropical flavor that made me feel like I had made it to my bucket list oceanside destination after all. “Oh my Goddess. This is amazing.”

Caryn handed her a bottle of brew and said, “None. You are the first one who has entered this kingdom and that is why all of us are intrigued.” Penny took the bottle. She supported her body with one hand back and with the other she took a swig. “Sweet Jesus!” she said. “This is so good! Are all your brews so tasty?” she said as she gulped a little more. The beverage was a mix of blueberries and grapes and sweet lime and smelled heaven. And it took exactly a minute to hit her brain. She giggled. “Dang! What is this? Can I have more?” “Of course!” said Thomas and gave her another bottle.

Was this made out of a butt or something? I wrinkled my face and suppressed a shiver at the image of a water that was used to wash a butt being used to make this awful punch. "Why does this punch taste like shit?" Sheryl asked, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "Baby, could you go get my punch and bring it back here?" Bellamy accepted and went out of the dance room with one of his caramel skinned friend that kept afro for hair. Sheryl turned and swept me with her eyes from head to toe before shrugging and sipping out of the punch. The moment it reached her tongue, she spat the punch out and did as if she was using her fingers to scratch the taste off her tongue.

When Talia and Maya reached the lounge, they found that Keith was waiting for them with Liam, Pierce, Caleb, Lulu, and Sandy. Keith had protein shakes ready for Maya and Talia. "I made them myself." Talia took a sip reluctantly and she liked it. "This is good." Keith grinned. "It seems I have a winner." "What's in it?", Maya asked. "Other than protein powder and oatmeal, there is a number of berries like strawberries, bilberries, blackberries, pineapple…" "Pineapple?", Maya interrupted Keith. "How is that a berry?" Keith lifted his chin smugly. "Just so you know, pineapple IS a berry."

I’m busy too then. “Berry. I'm going, to be honest. I’m in a violent mood and I kind of want to throat punch you for this morning's workout.” Berry tosses his hands up in surrender. “I was just coming over to offer you a protein shake for recovery. Mariah got me onto this new brand. I promise it will cheer you up. Even has caffeine in it.” he shakes it in front of my face and I look at him skeptically as I take it from his outstretched hand. He quickly retracts his hands as if I might actually bite it off and I sneer at him, as I open it and take a sip. Oh, peanut butter chocolate? I slide him a smirk.

“It’s okay. No pressure. I’m still having my coffee.” “Okay. I’m speeding up. Love, is Brazo de Mercedes the same as Dulce de Leche?” “No, love. Brazo is horizontal. Dulce is round.” “What if they don’t have the latter?” I’m just playing around at this point. “I don’t know.” “You can just come home. Because I almost am and will be ready to cook. It should be done in no time.” “Okay. Let me just get ready. Am I supposed to also get chips?”

“Because if it is, I’ll award you.” “You won’t be alive for that, sir,” he gives me a smile nervous smile. “Drink it in one go.” “I like you, Axel, you are daring. Cheers!” I raise my glass and pour the drink into my mouth. It sizzles in contact with my tongue and tastes sour that I almost bite my cheeks. It leaves a warm trail passing down my gut. “How much alcoholic was it?” I ask, clicking my tongue with a slight shake of my head. “Four shots can blank out even a heavy drinker. It’s called the Lime Grinch Punch.” Axel passes two glasses to another guy.

Penny exclaimed in surprise just then, "F-Fleur only awarded me with Mini Cultivating Pills before, Mr. Wade. I haven't seen a normal one…" "Mini Cultivating Pill?" Charlie blurted, but just the name gave him a hunch. A cup of maple syrup could be diluted into twenty cups of low-sugar drinks—the logic certainly could be applied to medicine too. Hence, he chuckled, "That's not what I'm giving you. It's the Jumbo Cultivating Pill!"