Nan's Bloody Mary Mix Novels & Stories

And then there's a lone rock glass on the end. First level is a quick shot of Chivas, second was Jim Beam, 3rd was Jameson and then Jack Daniel's going on to Johnnie Walker, Bacardi Black, Silver 1969 Bacardi and the last one of the nine was Absolute Vodka before drinking the dangerous and lethal Firefox--- a mix of blue Curaçao, 151° Bacardi, Tequila, gin, grenadine syrup and orange juice.

"It's a Bloody Mary, with extra vodka," "Oh, yeah, but all because I need my vegetable intake this week and bloody Mary is the healthiest cocktail. It has electrolytes, sodium, potassium, and Vitamin C, tomatoes also contain lycopene, which is high in antioxidants. In short, this drink is good for humans." She grinned, definitely had been consuming a glass or two before I got home. "You're playing cute aren't you?" "Am I? Oh no... wait, is that a bad thing?" She was suddenly worried. Yep, a little bit drunk for sure.

"I'm not going to drink it." "Yes, you are." Mackenzie's Miracle Bloody Mary has never steered us wrong. It's my own secret combination of ingredients, mostly V8, a little red bull mixed in and a few other special secret ingredients. Combined with two Tylenol, if she kept it down without dying by the evening, she'd be great again. I read the recipe from the internet and if there's anyone in the world, you could trust, it was drunk frat boys on the internet. "I can't do it. It tastes like ass and gym socks. A gym sock you rubbed in your ass after a workout."

“Oh, your stepbrother.” He nods. “But we are closer than stepbrother, and he accepts me as I am.” I nod slowly. Brad places down our drinks at the counter. I sip. “It’s good. I’m not good at drinks, but this is really good,” I tell him honestly. “That’s my specialty. Thanks, Sam.” Brad replies. “I like mine too. Thanks!” Sandy says. “You’re welcome! For you, Sandy, it’s called Devil’s blood because of its color—deep red, vodka, dry vermouth, crush olives juice, and raspberry juice. And for Sam is Phoenix’s Princess,” Brad explains.

"I just wish it tastes good as how it looks good." I chuckle. "Aren't you gonna endorse to me your drink before I take a sip from it?" "Well..." He smiles away. "That's a cocktail containing vodka, tomato juice, and combinations of other spices and flavorings. And did you know?" My lips begin to smile wider. "Bloody Mary has been called the world's most complex cocktail." He added. Suddenly he extended to me me three Tabasco, "To spice up your Bloody Mary." I take it with my hand. "I think you've sold your drink pretty well."

There's a short silence before one of the maids steps forward, carrying a small glass of red wine on a silver tray. “The wine symbolizes the blood of Bloodfang and that your words are as pure as your heart,” the elder continues, picking up the glass from the tray and holding it out for Sage, who accepts it. He looks at the crowd one more time before bringing the glass to his lips, but stops halfway when his nose twitches. ‘Instinct,’ Alpha Rowan's voice echoes in his head. His brows furrow as he inhales deeply into the glass of wine; the smell is faint, fading, but it's there. Instantly, his eyes snap to the crowd without bringing down the glass.

The blood dripped on the floor as I stood there waiting for his next move. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me into a room. As his hand gripped tightened onto my hair I screamed out in pain. He pushed me into the room and knocked me to the floor. I lay on the floor as I saw his body leave the room, leaving me alone. My nose felt like it was broken, and bleeding me to death. I looked around the room and saw a beautiful room with white and soft blue walls. A huge bed what looked like heaven on clouds. There were clothes laid out on a couch.

Gabby's POV I was still at the WildSide Bar, slumped in a corner after Kesha had stormed off. Was it wrong to just sit? No. Not at all. I needed to think. I stared at the bartender across from me, my mind racing. “One Bloody Mary,” I said, my voice sharper than intended. He blinked, startled. “But your friend—” “I’m paying. End of discussion,” I cut him off. He didn’t argue. He poured the drink, sliding it across the bar. Why a Bloody Mary? I had no idea. I downed it in one long swallow, feeling the burn.

Brandon's smile widened even more when I placed his hand on my hips. Taking our sits at the bar, we were given samples of the new drinks that were to be released on midnight. 'Lustful sin' was my favorite of them all. Rum and vodka mixed with cranberry and strawberry juice with a salted caramel topping. It was amazing. Brandon by my side, talked to some of his colleagues. I still hadn't asked him what he was doing but I thought I would found out shortly.

I said. Isabel considered that. "Yes, that sounds... hmm, wait, didn't you say something about breast cups based on the cocktail glasses?" I guess Nancy had mentioned what we did Monday night. "A virgin cosmo sounds like not much to drink and boring besides... make mine two virgin pina coladas, with double fruit, that way there is no chance of mixing them up," Isabel said, patting her baby bump.