Une Limonade Novelas e Histórias

Brook beamed. "Don't worry, I know just the thing…" She said and started preparing a mocktail, using 1/2 fresh cucumber - peeled and diced, squeezed out the juice from 1 lime, and added 1/2 oz of simple syrup (made by dissolving equal parts sugar and water).

Ó The two older women each took a sip from their camouflage Vodka lemonade. To the undiscerning eye, it looked like two innocent old ladies were enjoying a cool glass of the lemony beverage on a hot summer day. But as Riley had just busted them for, it was indeed ninety percent vodka with a dash of the citrus drink to add color and some flavor as the two had told him straight-faced when he had the nerve to get into their business.

“That would be... hell, let’s just say, not the best mix.” “We could try something more traditional, like strawberry or peach,” he suggested, enthusiastically. I tilted my head, thinking for a moment, then my face lit up. “Litchi!” I squeaked, my voice suddenly louder and filled with excitement. He paused for a moment, then grinned, clearly impressed by my suggestion. “Litchi, huh? That could actually work! Litchi is sweet and a little floral, so it would pair nicely with lemonade.” “Do you want it served with ice?” he asked as he began preparing the drink.

He giggled, "So, what can I get you ladies?" "Well, hello Ian. Can I just get a glass of water?" He frowned by my drink-order. "You don't really go to bar just to drink water, do you?" Elsa chuckled, "I would like a rum and cola." I was confused what to order. That night I didn't want to get drunk if I had the wrong drink, especially when I'd never been to a bar before. "She's gonna take soda with a lime." Elsa ordered for me, I just nodded briefly at the word of 'lime' ... thought that drink wouldn't get me drunk.

The fishy white glass was held in front of my face. "Is it drugs?" I ask him. "No, it's something to make you feel better." He whirled the liquid in the glass, the lemon slices sloshing around with the liquid. "Bottoms up." "Okay." I finally took the glass from him and without hesitating, gulped it down in one go. And then I was coughing up my intoxication. "Lemon and ginger juice." I heard him say as he rubbed my back. "It'll help you sober up."

The plates were cleared and two chilled glasses of drink were placed on the table. The pale yellow liquid caught the light, and I eyed it suspiciously. “What's that?” “It's called Limoncello. Trust me,” Xavier said. “You'll like it.” I hesitantly took a sip and savored the taste. “It's nice.” I took another before I could stop myself. “I like it.” “Good. Since that's settled…” Xavier reached behind him and brought out several boxes wrapped in elegant ribbon. “I bought a few things for you.”

The restaurant would do anything for a VVIP member like Clay. "Here, finish this." Clay pushed a warm lemon drink toward Wolf. Lemon water is known to be effective against hangovers. "And please take off your sunglasses; we're inside now," Clay requested. "Nope. My eyes hurt, and it's too bright outside." Wolf squinted while slowly sipping the drink in front of him. His hangover was severe, and his eyes were sensitive to light. They were sitting near a large glass wall that welcomed as much bright sunlight as possible.

There are a few that I am familiar with, but they are coffee. "See anything you like?" I shake my head. "How about this one? He points to the drink that says Amethyst Delight. "It's lemonade with lavender. Might help you relax a bit with everything." I smile my agreement and nod my head. He grabs the menu and goes to put in our order with the barista.

she says, already halfway to the coffee pot. I open the refrigerator door, feeling the cool air hit my face, and reach for a Rees sports drink. The bottle has the distinctive R logo with the word ‘Ascend’ underneath, indicating it's a limeade flavor produced by Rees. The lake house is fully stocked with various Rees sodas, Lightning Bolt! energy drinks, and plenty of Rees products. Curiosity leads me to flip open a binder lying on the island counter, revealing a collection of blank white sheets of paper. "They're all blank?" I exclaim, slightly perplexed.