Zenith Margarita Novels & Stories

She added. The guy made a face at Grace, “Champagne that’s what?” “Oh good, you’re back to life now….” Grace mumbled with a smirk. “A French 75 and champagne?” he confirmed, and Grace nodded. Wren looked up from the menu, also noticing the bartender’s gaze on her. She cleared her throat. “Negroni Sbagliato. Light on the Campari.” He nodded with a pursed smile. “Right. Yeah. I’ll get those for you.”

Mom said with a huge smile. “OH! The princess’s birthday is a big deal! How about some samples of new starters? I have been working on this new desert I would love for you to try. First round of drinks is on me!” Gregory said like he was a kid in the candy store, full of excitement. “That would be wonderful. Can I please have a frozen margarita? Strawberry with sugar?” I asked. That was the one thing that really stood out from the other sushi restaurants. This place had a fully stocked bar.

“For the cocktails, we will be making a classic martini, margarita, old fashioned, Moscow mule, Paloma, whiskey sour, pina colada, gin and tonic, cosmopolitan, and Negroni. “I have a feeling the guests will all love your ideas. “Thank you so much, Mary. It’s both our ideas.” Sofia said as they both wrapped up what they were doing in the kitchen. Mary called her cousins and informed them of the time they were to come so they could all join hands and finish up early. Mary and Sofia bid themselves good night and went to their room.

“What is that?” Blaze smiled. “It’s called a Montana Sky. It has lemonade, elderflower gin, and lavender syrup. Want a sip?” She offered it to Amerie, who hesitantly sipped. Her eyes widened. It was sweet and refreshing, and reminded her of a spring day. “Wow.” Amerie said. “I’m definitely getting that next.” Blaze grinned. “Careful. It’s almost as dangerous as my shop.” She winked. Amerie couldn’t help but laugh.

I walk back to Gage over the mini bar while he begins to make me another cocktail. We made a few actually, we made Margarita, Daiquiri, Sazerac which failed in appearance, Vieux Carré, Mai Tai and Tequila Sunrise that didn't look that good either. We drank all of the cocktails that we made and I think Gage had placed huge amounts of alcohol on it since I'm beginning to feel dizzier than a while ago.

“It’s a Pink Lady. You make it with an egg white and grenadine to get it that color.” “Impressive indeed.” He sent me a smile of approval, then looked over at a passing server whose tray was empty. The gamma stepped up sharply. “May I get you something, Alpha Zane?” “A B&B.” The server nodded and looked at me. “Tanqueray martini, up, clean, dry, two olives.” He nodded again and walked his tray over to one of the bar stations. I realized Zane was looking at me. “A human should always name the brand of liquor they want to make sure they get a human-level proof,” I explained.

A live pasta station stood near the wine bar, where chefs in white toques crafted custom dishes for guests on demand. For drinks, a long mirrored bar was stocked with vintage wines, top-shelf whiskey, and signature cocktails named after the couple—The Sasha (a blend of elderflower liqueur, gin, and white cranberry) and The Mason (bourbon, smoked cherry, and citrus bitters). Silver trays moved through the crowd offering champagne from rare vintages, each flute garnished with a twist of candied orange peel or a floating edible flower. Julia grabbed another drink from one of the waiter’s carrying the silver tray. It was her fourth drink this evening. I arched a questioning brow at her, “are you

His voice was as cheerful as ever, though his heart was pounding. Zenith grinned. "You said you miss me, hmm?" “You know I do,” he lifted his fingers and caressed his chin with a fake smile. Zenith slipped a hand into his jacket pocket. Then he produced a small bottle of strawberry syrup. He held it up with a mischievous smile. "I prefer strawberry to honey." Baddie laughed lightly. "Oh mine, Zee, you're certainly original." He stepped aside and gestured toward the apartment. "Come on in, Zee. Whatever gives you your happy ending." He managed a light laughter but his heart was full of anger.

Yara exhaled, a smile spreading on her face, “the best days of my life.” Seun grinned, “right. Think positivity...mind if we make a toast?” She laughed, “it'd be more theatrical if we had alcohol and not soda.” Yara said, holding up her drink. He grinned, cheering,“To the best days of our life and the best years yet come!” she repeated after him, butting their cans before gulping the contents down. The best years were yet to come.

she smirked, feeling a spark of determination. She quickly approached the panel and, in a flash of confidence, placed her order. "I would like a large drink with 204 pumps of cinnamon syrup, 52 pumps of hazelnut, 23 pumps of classic syrup, 69 pumps of sugar-free caramel syrup, 15 pumps of sugar-free vanilla, 40 pumps of vanilla, 38 pumps of caramel syrup, 75 pumps of almond syrup, 88 pumps of sugar-free hazelnut syrup, and 1 pump of peppermint syrup. Please and thank you!"