Nan's Bloody Mary Mix Novels & Stories

He asked, visibly angry. "I just have a question, that's all. Why bloody Mary? I still get why you would choose that for yourself but for the young girl? No way, why would you want her to drink tomato juice, seasonings and vodka, mixed all together. Even just thinking about it makes me want to puke, nah!" I said, sticking my tongue out like I was going to puke. The girl's face was twisted. "And how is that any of your problems? Just give us the goddamn drink," he yelled at me, and attracted attention from the rest.

I am not even a little tipsy, I want to get drunk and wasted so I ordered Margarita. I gulped it in two sips still not getting drunk not tipsy then I ordered Ever clear Grain its strongest one. I guess this will ease my pain and makes me numb, this too failed, but made me a little tipsy I don't know what to order anymore so I asked the bartender to give me the strongest one he gave me a small long slim glass with dark brown liquid with a lemon slice in the top called Aunt Roberta.

said the bartender, smiling sweetly. "Oh, this is so delicious. I want another shot," Ann said, licking her lips in a sensual motion. She held out her empty glass. The bartender quickly gave another glass of special cocktail that was different. This cocktail was red mixed with orange. "It's also delicious. You're great," said Ann admiringly. "I can treat you to another cocktail as long as you want to date me," the bartender said with a charming smile. The man was very handsome. His body also looked very sexy.

Gemma rolled her eyes with a smile. "It's not a big secret. Girls get served first at bars since they're more likely to get mad and make a scene about it." The bartender came over and you leaned toward her so you didn't need to shout. "Two Brambles to start." She raised an eyebrow. "Never heard of it." Gemma was ready and put her phone on the bartop, a recipe already pulled up. "Crushed ice, dry gin, lemon juice and syrup, then blackberry liquor. We'll take raspberry if you don't have it."

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

He let the ladies get comfortable in their seats before he spoke again. “What would you ladies like a drink? We have two specials tonight. The first is our Epic Jungle Juice which is fresh apples, oranges, mangos, pineapples marinated in coconut rum, vodka, Everclear, strawberry liquor for at least eight to twelve hours for ten dollars. “Whew,” the red-head expressed. “I’m sorry for the outburst. It’s just . . . sounds a little on the pricey side - for a special.”

It looked like juice but the last time I thought something was juice and drank it I ended up in a stranger's bed and now I was on an adventure with said stranger. "What's in it?" I asked, taking the glass of orange fading into yellow mixture. "It's an orange and mango daiquiri," he said. "Those are just words to me." "It has a little bit of alcohol in it. Trust me, Bambi. This alone can't get you drunk." "You're holding my hair back if I vomit." "It's our thing now. You like throwing up around me. At least you'll remember who I am in the morning."I made a sarcastic face at him and he chuckled.

Karina replied. "Wanna try Paradise Rum?" the bartender asked again while trying to recommend a drink for Karina to try. "Sure." The bartender quickly gathered several ingredients he needed such as grenadine, pineapple juice, Malibu rum, and blue curacao. With skillful hands, the bartender made a beautiful drink with layers of blue, yellow, orange, and red in the glass. After finishing the drink, the bartender promptly handed it to Karina. "Enjoy!" he said, placing a tissue next to Karina's glass.

so, she didn't know a thing they were doing. "Later babe. You are going to plead for mercy from me". Then he got up from the couch and retrieved the bottle from the shelf. "Dharna, you want some?" Mary asked Dharna who was standing beside the glass wall, looking at the performances. she turned around and spoke. "What". "Wolfbane mixed drinks". Mary told her. "but what if I can not reach home on time after I get drunk. I need to go to the hospital tomorrow". she said.

“It happened at the nightclub. I walked in. Nothing seemed shady. It was a normal club. Maybe it was just a rumor. At least that's what I thought. But I wish I never would have gone. People were looking at me weirdly, but I didn’t think much of it at first. I walked to the bar. The men sitting beside me were side-eyeing. It was starting to creep me out. “Excuse me, I’d like a margarita!” The bartender looked at me in amusement. “We don’t serve those here.” “I’ll have a Cosmopolitan then.” “Don’t have it.” “Moscow?” “Nope” “Old fashioned?” “No” What kind of bar doesn’t serve these common beverages? “What do you have then?” He eyed me up and down. “Bloody fang, Vamptini, Dark Fangroni, Blood o