Zenith Margarita Novels & Stories

The bar is noisy, but we are on the first floor, which is more exclusive and less filled for the added benefit of the view of the ground floor. "He…tagged along." I simplify my answer as I gesture to Matteo. "Ugh." Elizabeth groans before reaching for her cocktail. “That’s three mango daiquiris for that blunder.” “I will take them like a champ.” I say as I settle opposite where she sat. “Three mango daiquiris and two mojitos!”

I said, moving away from him. After hearing Miriam's story, I realized that there's something more than what meets the eyes. People might act strong, smile, and pretend to be fine, but deep inside they are carrying heavy burdens. Miriam was right: there aren't a lot of customers during the day. But the bar became crowded in the afternoon, and we were busy. As we started working, I learned new types of cocktails, such as the White Lady, which is made up of gin, lemon juice, and Cointreau. Some of those drunk men were shouting and causing trouble; thanks to Aaron for dealing with them.

And from what I could see—with green crème de menthe—it seemed I fixed a Grasshopper drink for Adessa. There was only less than fifteen minutes left, so I immediately swung into action and whipped up the first drink. I made the Mango Daiquiri, as this was what I could remember vividly. Once it was inside the shaker, I passed it to Landon to continue shaking it until it was well-chilled, while I moved on to the Tom Collins drink. After mixing and getting the right combination, I garnished it with a lemon wedge and a cherry. Then, I moved on to the green drink—the one for Adessa. Like the first two, I just let my hands move on their own while praying to Selene that I would not lose my concentr

He drew the glass close to me, accepted his offer and took a sip of it. “How does it feel? Taste good right?” “Yeah, it feels amazing and refreshing.” I responded. “This isn’t tequila right?” I asked with all curiosity. “It is, but with a little drops of grenadine mixed with orange juice.” “Its refreshing.” I spoke out with the glass held up high. “We had it prepared for you. It’s all yours to take.” “What do you mean?”

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.

I was totally and absolutely blushed. In an attempt to divert my eyes to somewhere else but his perfect biceps, I looked up and found a pair of green eyes staring at me, deeply and concentrated. Oh God! I frowned my mouth and cleared my throat, after which his brows lifted and his mouth drew a subtle smirk. I had to look away. - The suggestion for today, if I may, - interrupted the host, - are the Mexican Chili nachos, grated cheese, fajita tacos and... our amazing round of strawberry, mango, lemon and peach margarita shots.

Kyle had some of the best mocktails I’ve had, and I think I tried everything that he had available: PG-13 Singapore Sling, Shirley Tonic, Summer Twang, Frozen Apple Margarita, Cranberry Sangria. And I insisted that he write down his recipe for watermelon ‘nojitos.

Next would be James, Zach, and Keith. Zach was the second to taste the cocktail. After drinking it, he smiled meaningfully. "It's sweet and sour, just like how an original Margarita is supposed to taste. I must admit, this is a very successful cocktail. I'm giving you two points." Summer obtained two points again. This made her happy as she now had four points. Everything was going smoothly so far. Next up was James. He was the calmest among the four heirs. He sat on the judge's seat and remained silent the whole time.

"What would you like to offer for a moderate drinker like us?" "Caipirinha, Margarita, Cosmopolitan, Mojito, Pina Colada, and Californication!" the waiter answered. "How about for the heavy drinker?" Hailey asked the waiter again. "Beers, Polmos Spirytus Rektyfikowany Vodka, Everclear 190, Hapsburg Absinthe XC, and Devil's Springs Vodka!" "Okay, give us one case of beers!" Hailey gazed at me. "What would you like to drink? It's on me!"

The liquid inside was a brilliant, layered masterpiece of vibrant colours. ‘What is this?’ I asked, a small smile playing on my lips as I held it up to the city lights. ‘An Electric Sunset,’ Franco replied, his eyes entirely focused on me, completely ignoring the view behind me. ‘I walked the bartender through it exactly as you like it. The powerhouse base – twenty-five mil each of vodka, white Bacardi, and silver tequila. Then the syrup swap, a twenty-five mil pour of Strawberry Bols. He filled it three-quarters of the way with orange juice and gave it a good stir, just like you taught me.’