Rosario Vampire Gin Novels & Stories

Say the part where the guy makes eye contact with Claude and then makes Super Torros for another guest at another table. Claude watched Aaron mix seven types of spirits, such as vodka, Martini, Cointreau, and put them in the shaker with mint, making a green cocktail, which at first glance was extremely refreshing, but he also knew that the refreshing glass of wine was really, immensely strong. Claude remembered Cyrus had drunk three glasses of Super Torros in the stomach, and suddenly felt his scalp numb. Cyrus didn't drink heavily, but when he went out, he kicked his feet and had to hold on to the wall all the way to get into the parking lot.

It smelt of fresh cinnamon. The smell of home. My safe haven. I took off my shirt and hung it on my hook. I strode to my rack of gins, my eyes scanning my collection for something strong. Something Strong enough to burn my pains away, yet mild to keep me grounded and active. I saw an 1878 Don Mario Vintage and smirked. Exactly what I wanted. I turned a glass and quickly poured out a little amount in the glass. If I take that drink to my work table I might get drunk and not do anything productive.

In a scarlet dress with her breasts thrown out and very modest in comparison with my jewelry, she looked terribly cheap and dull, and she spread the smell of envy and jealousy from herself, shooting malicious glances at me. - Red Stag - I ordered in the mini bar. I liked this bourbon more than the Double Oak that Boris drank. I went out to the patio and took a sip from my glass. The combination of tones of vanilla, oak, caramel and ripe cherries pleasantly refreshed the throat. Motorcyclists with machine guns roamed the territory, cutting through the translucent fog. The helmets, which they did not take off, were painted, imitating sharks, then clowns, then some other strange characters. The

she said, raising an eyebrow. “Whatever. Are you taking my order or not?” “Oh! What would you like?” she asked. “What’s the most expensive drink here?” “We have Mendis Coconut Brandy, Diva Vodka, and Russo-Baltique Vodka,” she listed. “Which is the priciest?” “Russo-Baltique Vodka,” she replied. “Fine. Bring me two bottles of that, and give everyone in the VIP section a bottle each,” I said. “Wow, Mr. Adrian. So generous,” she smirked, clearly teasing me.

Purchased by the Boss - Chapter 12 "Ano'ng gusto n'yong inumin?" tanong ni Rosario matapos pauupuin ang tatlong kaibigan. "Kahit na ano," tugon ni Victoria. "Juice lang, siyempre," agap ni Helena. "Of course," salo ni Casandra, nakatawa. "Good girls tayo, e." Masaya silang nagkukuwentuhan nang dumating ang sasakyan ni Gringo. Saglit silang natahimik habang hinihintay ang paglapit nito sa kanila.

And as far as I know, werewolves don't get intoxicated like other species, and drinking is like soft drinks to us. Well, not for me though, I get a little tipsy from alcohol. "Here, my lady." He laid down the martini that I ordered, and it had a red shade of color that makes it even more ironic being served by a vampire. I thanked the bartender, and he proceeded to be busy with other orders. I glanced behind me.

He glanced to the table set up near the den, discarded drinking glasses and a corked decanter filled with an old alcohol, still laid out from Gabriel and Abe's drinking contest last night. I had refused to join, but happily watched the two unleash a friendly, if not a bit vicious, banter while I sipped the odd mix. Henry rose a brow, stepping to the decanter, pulling the cork and sniffed it. "It's called Il Bacio del Vampiro." I gave a soft giggle, at both the name and his intrigued expression. He sniffed it again, seeming to enjoy the smell of it. I giggled and rolled my eyes at him, getting up from my chair and summoned two glasses from the bar in the corner, Henry watching me carefully.

The bartender sent over a bottle of vodka and two glasses. After the waiter served them and left, Rosana opened the bottle and poured herself a drink. When she was done, she turned to Wilson and asked, “Do you care for some?” Though hesitant, Wilson nodded tentatively and replied, “A little won’t be bad.” He didn’t actually want to drink; he had only agreed to keep Rosana company. She immediately poured him a glass. After that, she picked up her own glass, gulped it down in one go, and set it heavily on the table.

I am the young lady of the vampire house of Kaelaris. Having reached marriageable age, I chose, from a stack of portraits, the eldest son of the human family Norefax. My family indulged my preference and arranged our engagement, awaiting the day of my wedding. I do not drink red wine, but for the sake of human ceremony, I secretly went out—without telling my family—to select a rare century-aged vintage, intending to prepare it for the engagement ritual. The woman beside me glanced at the cabinet I had pointed to and immediately instructed the sales associate, “That bottle looks quite fine. Let me have a look.”

“Sit.” Killian sat down. The club around them was dark and rich with the smell of cigars and whiskey. People laughed softly in corners, and low music played somewhere in the background. Antonio leaned back. “Now tell me, what is it you want so badly that you had to scare my poor secretary?” Killian rested his hands on the table. “The tequila you mentioned last time, ‘Reposado Especial’. I want it. Tell me how to get it.” Antonio chuckled again, puffing on his cigar. “Ah, that one. It’s not something you can just buy off a shelf. It’s by invitation only. The people behind it are… careful.” He tapped the side of his head. “Smart."