Zenith Margarita Novels & Stories

“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.

Petunia's POV "KISS! KISS! KISS!" I couldn’t help but roll my eyes because of the screams of the guests. I was even more irritated by the sound of goblets being beaten with utensils. A waiter passed in front of me. I took from its carrying tray a glass of Negroni, a cocktail drink. I took a sip from my drink, and I immediately tasted the delicious mixture of vermouth rosso, campari and gin.

"Blue motorcycle?" Jax asked. "2 cups ice cubes, 1/2 jigger vodka, 1/2 jigger tequila, 1/2 jigger rum, 1/2 jigger gin." Raine answered. "Harley Davidson?" Jax asked. "Baileys Irish cream, midori melon liqueur over ice, stir and strain into a 4oz rocks glass, top with a jagermeister." Raine replied. "What are the 6 basic liquors?" Jax asked.

For now, all I cared about was the fact that I had a job — one that didn't involve bowing my head to some spoiled Alpha's brother. "So that's two Cosmopolitans, one Vodka Martini, three Piña Coladas, one Mai Tai, and one Aperol Spritz," I recited, balancing the tray on my hip like Natalie, another server, showed me. The girls at the bachelorette party whooped and squealed, clinking their plastic tiaras together like they were princesses in a fairy tale.

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.

I looked over at a drink in a beta’s hand and said, “I believe he’s got a Tom Collins.” Zane made an impressed-looking face, then scouted around. “What about the beta female in the white cocktail dress? What’s she got?” I shot him a look. “You picked an easy one. That’s a margarita glass, and they don’t serve anything else in those.” He hummed and looked around some more. “Oh, I don’t recognize that one the alpha female in the green maxi dress has.” “It’s a Pink Lady. You make it with an egg white and grenadine to get it that color.”

The thought of Adrian came unbidden, and I pushed it away. "Noah," he said, offering his hand. "And for the record, I recommend the spicy mezcal margarita. Life changing." Despite myself, I felt a smile tugging at my lips. "Life changing huh? That's a pretty big claim." "I stand by it." He signaled the bartender. "One spicy mezcal margarita for the skeptical lady." "I didn't say I wanted one," I pointed out, even as the bartender started mixing. Noah's smile widened. "You also didn't say you didn't."

' sound. " Cheers!“ She exclaimed and emptied the whole content into her mouth. I blinked rapidly at her and slowly sipped from my glass. " Damn! What's this?“ I asked immediately as I stuck out my tongue and squeezed my face. " Margarita…" “Yikes, it tastes like Brandy, vodka and tequila all mixed together" I replied and she laughed out “Damn.." “Don't chicken out please" she sighed and then I emptied the rest of it's content into my mouth.

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.

I gasped. “Well, ma’am, you can go for White Russian, Appletini, Amber Ale, American Pale Ale, Zinfandel, Tequila Sunrise…... There are many more. However, Tequila Sunrise is the classic one, you might like it. But if you want a strong one, go with White Russian. Yes, ma’am, White Russian shall be a good choice.” The waiter suggested me. Well, I must say, he knew mocktails and cocktails. Though the bar was not that renowned the very waiter had quality knowledge.