Rosario Vampire Gin の小説・ストーリー

“Your wine, sir.” Adrian glanced at it. “Is this a new bottle? It looks different from the usual one downstairs.” Rosa’s voice shook slightly. “Yes, sir. It is one of a kind. A special selection.” Adrian nodded. “Hold on. Let me check it first. I might want more later.” He took a sip. The taste was rich and smooth. He drank the entire glass slowly, savoring it. Rosa stood near the door, waiting for the right moment to leave and signal Lia.

‘Shut it down, and make it known that anyone who makes the slightest move against Stravos or any of the hunters without express permission from me will forfeit their lives. “Consider it done, my king.’ Roderick affirmed and his mental presence winked out of my mind. If nothing else, the greatest gift of being the vampire king is being able to converse with my subjects no matter how far away they were from me. Opening the fridge, I pulled out coffee flavored liqueur, a bottle of vodka and milk. All the ingredients I will need to make white Russian. The girl didn’t like wine, hated beers with a passion, but her favorite drink has ten percent alcohol in it. This cocktail is a perfect reflection

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.

For the record, nothing much had changed about Rosa, and she was one of the few people who’d refused to leave my side. “Giovanni said you wanted some Negroni,” she said softly, setting the tray on the bedside table. I nodded. The air conditioner had the space freezing, but my body radiated with a heat that gathered sweat on my forehead. “Extra strong,” I whispered, taking my sleeves off to leave my chest bare. “Gin. Campari. And I want more than these two glasses you brought.” I threw myself on the bed, my back colliding with the soft surface. Raking my fingers through my hair, I allowed myself to breathe deeply.

I raised my eyebrow at him. “That’s all, but seeing your little party, I brought you a little something… special. A drink.” He pulled a small bottle from out from his coat, “a vampire’s kiss. Cranberry, raspberry vodka, black raspberry liquor… I’m sure you’ll like it.” I took the bottle as he held it back, it wasn’t a big bottle, probably only 10 ounces. “Thanks, I guess.”

Why don’t I have $$$$$$$$? Rosemary&Sage: We haven’t seen the girlz at all latly. Anyone know where they r? S: I’m sure Sarah is keeping them safe. Yes, another suck-up. But the martinis did sound like an excellent idea. I went to my wet bar and shook the gin while looking over at a bottle of vermouth, added three olives, put in just a touch of olive brine, and drank it down almost on one go. “Oh, my,” I said aloud. I’d meant to sip. I’d meant to swirl. I’d meant to be refined.

"You’re clever, cara mia. I’ll give you that." Her stomach dropped. He stepped into the light, shadows dancing across his face. "Alonso Delgado never made it past his twentieth birthday. I did." She couldn’t breathe. "What?" He moved closer, until the poker nearly touched his chest. "I’m Esteban. Esteban Gallego." The name struck her like lightning. The Gallegos; rivals of the Delgados. Ruthless. Vicious. Responsible for the massacre in Medellin.

Damon hasn't come to visit me since that night and I didn't want to stay in my room wondering where the hell he could be. "Plus he's white," she added making me look at her confused. "What does that have to do with anything?" I asked. "When did white boys get so sexy?" she exclaimed making me chuckled a little bit. That was true if I were to look at Ryan, the statement stod with him. He was undeniably attractive and his personality was a bonus. He was definitely someone's dream boy. The waitress served our main dish. I had ordered a medium-rare steak with salad and Destiny had the fall-off-the-bone ribs with sweet potato fries. The taste of both of the meals was exquisite. I couldn't help my

Victor emerged from behind the bar with a cup of liquor in his hand and in another cigar. (Stefano De Niro it's my pleasure to finally meet you in person after long five years.) "Mine too,"I played along with him. "Whiskey or vodka?"He asked. "Plain bourbon.I do not take strong alcohol in the broad day light."I replied. "Interesting,"He picked out a bottle of bourbon from the fridge,"What may I serve you young Alessandro De Niro?"He asked Alessandro,who was still dumbstruck by the hallucination of Victor's warm hosting.

Alexander said before setting a glass in front of her and pouring the ‘orange juice' into it until it reached its brim. “Here, taste it,” Rain looked down at the glass, then back up at Alexander and then the rest of the table. They were all looking at her eagerly like they couldn’t wait to see what reaction she would have after tasting the creepy drink. “Sure, I don’t feel like I’m being coerced into drinking poison at all,” Rain said sarcastically as she carried the glass, brought it to her lips and took a large gulp while chanting the words ‘fuck it!’ in her head.