Rosario Vampire Gin Novels & Stories

Diego waved his hand to gain the bartenders attention. A guy with a ginger beard approached. He couldn’t be older then his twenties maybe early thirties. The sleeve to his white shirt rolled up revealing green tattoos across his white skin. “What will it be guys?” he spoke with an accent. What accent was that? Irish? “I will have a four roses, make it a double please mate and whatever these two are having” Diego placed his card on the counter to pay. I didn’t know what a Four Roses was but I could Bet any money it’s a whiskey.

He poured the liquid into two cups, and garnished each with a lime. “What is it?” I asked, smelling it. I didn’t smell any booze or anything weird. It actually smelled like lime, ginger, and pineapple. “I can see the halos on the two of you from a mile away. I call it Virgin’s Paradise. It’s basically a Pineapple Moscow Mule, but without the vodka. It’s got crushed up lime and pineapple suspended in ginger ale. Simple, sweet, and perfect for people who don’t drink alcohol.” I sipped it. It was good. I would have never thought to put pineapple with lime and ginger ale. “Damn,” Rose said beside me.

Bass thumped from hidden speakers…. It was slow, and dirty, the kind that crawled under skin. Tables groaned under bottles of every poison known to man: aged whiskey, clear vodka, blood-red wine, unlabeled absinthe that burned green in the glass. Gangsters sprawled across leather couches, laughing too loud, already chasing the edge of blackout. It a drink party…. Vincenzo doesn’t care about party but he felt like watching them… Maybe because he saw how Aurora cheer…. Now he has decide not to put his mind on any of General Puro’s shit….

Seven glanced over his glass at the happy couple that stood across from him. He swirled the white wine around in his glass and moved his gaze to the large window beside him. The rain decorated the outside of the glass. But, inside everyone was protected from the storm that awaited them outside. "How's the party so far?" Dario asks as he wraps an arm around his friend's shoulders. They were both dressed in semi formal attire. Both of them sported slacks with button up shirts and Seven wore a suit jacket.

"Meat is hard to find. This is a Vampire festival, so there will be different types of recipes mixed with blood. You might not like them." [Oh, then let's just scroll through the whole festival and eat at last from my special bag] He chuckled a little and held my hand. There are many things that I have never seen here. There is a game called Rog. There is a drink made with human blood with a slight mix of dragon's scale. It gives a magic rainbow color to the drink, and it's flammable. It is said that the drink will make you feel high, and the pleasure is immeasurable.

I led her into the cave which was beautifully adorned with several flowers and ornaments. “It’s beautiful” she whispered as I pulled her close to my chest. “But not as beautiful as you are” I replied, kissing her lightly on the lips before we sat down. “Why are we here?” She asked, looking around as I poured out wine from the pitcher into our cups “I don’t take blood” she said, scrunching her nose in disgust as I chuckled a bit. “Don’t worry,I can’t give you blood, you’re not a vampire” I assured and noticed her expression relax.

“Drink up, you sissy!” Giana laughs, sipping at the straw of her way-too-strong bloody mary. I just cough, looking askance at mine. “G, this is like 90% vodka, 5% tomato juice, and the rest is horseradish. Honestly, it’s basically clear.” “I am freshly a widow, Iris,” Giana says, even as she laughs. “You are not allowed to critique my bartending skills – it is rude, this is part of my grieving process.”

Actually, just watching him at it made me harder than I can describe and if he had gone at it even for a moment longer, I would have cum even without being stimulated. If he wanted us to fuck Lysa together as we sandwiched her between us, I would gladly do it. I watch as Lysa pours us wine and I take my glass with that smile that I always know would undo her and she then hands Sky his. I take a sip and this wine has always been too sweet and fruity for my taste and I only buy it because it's Lysa's favorite. For me, at a moment like this, I would prefer dry gin or tequila. They heat me up quickly and make me wild.

Then, he finally answered. "Tempest's Kiss." Bianca raised a brow. "Never heard of it." A faint smirk played on his lips as he leaned back slightly, resting his forearm on the bar. "That's because it's not a common drink. It's a mix of absinthe and a Dark and Stormy." Her interest piqued. "Absinthe and rum?"

I looked at the label and felt something warm and unexpected bloom in my chest. Château Rosaire. A small-batch red from a vineyard in the south of Casavera that produced only three thousand bottles a year and sold most of them before they left the estate. The label was simple, a hand-drawn rose on cream paper, and the wine itself was dark and velvety, tasting of blackberries and woodsmoke and the particular ache of a memory you didn't know you had until something brought it back.