Novelas y relatos de Nan's Bloody Mary Mix

“You’re gonna take a shot of whatever I mix for you. No arguments.” My stomach drops. “Rich...” “No arguments,” he repeats, already walking over to the minibar, rubbing his hands together like a man about to commit a crime. I sit on the bed, arms crossed, glaring at the back of his head. “If I throw up, I’m aiming for you.” “That’s fair,” he muses, grabbing a glass and way too many bottles. I watch in horror as he pours whiskey, vodka, Tabasco sauce, pickle juice, and a splash of milk into a glass, stirring it all together with a knife like a lunatic. I watch as he licks the excess off the knife.

Ned growl. "That's not enough reason to do that,you went all full on him,that was crazy,I pray he doesn't lose a tooth" "Yeah,me too" Jason piped in "But I still wonder what type of punch makes him unconscious" "Anger punch that's what it's called,I'd it a few times anyway,you can call me Aaron If my name is too hard to call" Zheng Zhiang said to Jason,Ned head snap up in shock,Zheng Zhiang never calmly approves of his other name so what happened today?.

“I made that mocktail for you. I called it Nancy’s Sweet Tears.” She chuckled. “No kidding?” “Yes. It’s my invention, I can call it anything,” he said, still smiling. “Just don’t tell Nancy about it, lest she starts planning to hurt me.” She chuckled again. “And what is this drink made of?” she asked. “Just pineapple, orange, and some ginger ale.” “I love pineapples.” “That is what I was told,” he grinned.