Tequila Romance By Milagro Novels & Stories

FOUR YEARS LATER Setting the glass of bourbon and coke down on the smooth surface of the counter, I slid it toward the man sitting before me. Turning, I grabbed a bottle of tequila, Curacao, and lime juice. After pouring the mixture over ice in a salt-rimmed rocks glass, I grabbed a swizzle stick and poked it within the Margarita. Afterward, I placed a napkin and the drink down on the waiting tray and turned toward the man sitting on the other side of th counter from me.

Speaking of Winter, her chin is on the floor until now, ever since I told her that I am engaged to a millionaire, she has not handled this fact very well, I don't blame her, I have not handled many things very well either, in fact I am handling everything very badly. I order two shots of tequila, I am sitting at the counter, with the two of them surrounding me, even with my back turned I feel Roman's gaze burning into my body, which makes the words choke in my mouth, my head is spinning a little, because of the first drinks I had when I arrived, I raise the shot of tequila to my eye level as if it were the cure for cancer.

I looked her over, anticipating a great view, but she had her legs demurely crossed. Robin sprinkled some salt on her hand, licked it and took a drink from the bottle. You could see the surprise on her face. "Wow! That's the best tequila I've ever had. I swear it's like a single malt scotch!" "El Tesoro Anejo, it's been sitting on my shelf for the last three years. Not the best but pretty damned good." I informed her.

She counted the colones in her palm twice before ordering. “One taco,” she said. “And… an Imperial Clásica.” The beer arrived cold and golden, condensation slick against her fingers. She took a long sip, eyes closing briefly—not from pleasure, but from relief. For the first time in days, she felt free. Outside, thunder shook the windows. ⸻ Miguel didn’t slow once he left town.

The woman who was just sitting there in a silent protest earlier was now eating the lobster with her head lowered, as if she could not hear his conversation with Serena. Christina did not care but Ariel could not do the same. The latter felt unexpectedly furious upon seeing the adulterous couple displaying affection in public. “President Larson, Miss Garcia, a toast to everlasting happiness for the both of you!” She replaced their glasses with bigger ones before filling them to the brim. “Thanks for your wishes. I’m sure Michael and I will live happily ever after.” Serena lifted the glass to take a tiny sip. “But I’m not a good drinker so I can only take a few sips.”

He hid his pretty face with his cap, so none of the students would recognize him or they won’t even make a screaming noise because of him. He drank his Milk Tea and simply bit the Burger with Chicken Teriyaki. He noticed Loki came out while she was carrying a lot of customers’ orders. Loki’s last customer was looking at her, wearing a short skirt. Hiro noticed that the two customers were looking at Loki’s thighs and legs. So the customer simply threw away the juice and Loki simply apologized, although she didn’t even make that mistake. Loki wiped off all the spilled juices on the table and the floor. As Loki was cleaning the floor. A man stared at Loki’s fitted clothes that almost wants to

Emiliano said with a mischievous smile and grabbed the little glass from Sia just as she was about to connect it with her lips and with an angered face, Sia turned towards him "And why should you care what others do, who do you think you are?" she shot him daggers that drilled holes, but Emiliano didn't bother as he took the bottle and set it on his side "Give her something soft, nothing too strong" he ordered the bartender and the man immediately turned to get something, Sia was fuming with rage as if it wasn't enough the bartender dashed out a glass of orange juice and Emiliano smirked victoriously and poured himself some tequila but just as he was about to gulp it down sia smirked and sna

I grimaced from the sourness as they all cheered right after I took a drink. “I brought a bunch of tequilas if you all wanted more,” Miguel said, shifting from his seat and glancing at the crate filled with tequila bottles. “Miguel actually went all the way to his country just to bring us those,” Emma joked as we all laughed. “Má has a lot of tequilas at home,” Miguel defended himself. “But, you’re right. These are from Mexico.” While they engaged themselves in a conversation, Danny went beside me so I scooted over until my left thigh almost crossed atop of Amanda’s. He settled beside me, spreading his arm on the chair, and stared at me.

Camille was lost. Not exactly, since this was not a city or even a theme park. But the hall was large enough to hold a large number of people, and it was hard to distinguish faces in this room. The lavish costumes confused her eyes, and the sparkles from their masks blinded her for a moment when the lights shone on them. The band was still playing romantic music, but it took on a more seductive tone, an instrumental that sang temptation in the air. The couples on the dance floor were dancing much closer and more intimately, and the atmosphere was charged with a different kind of energy than before.

Maya said between giggles, raising her mug of ginger tea in mock-seriousness, “we should be banned from tequila. But at least we’re disasters together.” We clinked our mugs, sinking deeper into the couch as the rom-com’s cheesy dialogue filled the room. For once, I decided that I would worry about everything tomorrow for now it was just me, my friends, greasy food, and the comfort of belonging.