Zenith Margarita Novels & Stories

And then there's a lone rock glass on the end. First level is a quick shot of Chivas, second was Jim Beam, 3rd was Jameson and then Jack Daniel's going on to Johnnie Walker, Bacardi Black, Silver 1969 Bacardi and the last one of the nine was Absolute Vodka before drinking the dangerous and lethal Firefox--- a mix of blue Curaçao, 151° Bacardi, Tequila, gin, grenadine syrup and orange juice.

Two names didn’t make it to the list his party members shortlisted, and Zen wondered why. “The Margarita is daintier than a Cosmopolitan. Your Valentini is a tad more flirtatious and forward-coming with her sweetness, but she packs a punch if you drink too fast. A Cosmorita is similar to the Cosmopolitan on the outside, but it is made from stronger stuff on the inside. Screwdrivers are more sour, but it is a staple drink. If you’re feeling adventurous, I’d recommend a Moscow Mule because it skips the juice for ginger ale. Not for those without spice tolerance.”

The moment I sat down on a chair and took off my sarong, a very handsome Asian man my age showed. He wore a white uniform, carried a tray of drink glasses. empty balls balancing on one hand and gave a smile: - Good afternoon Miss. Can I bring you a drink? A snack? “What are those drinks with the little colored umbrellas?” He smiled. "I figured you might want one of those girly drinks." this is the specialty from Diamond Star, a mix of fruit juice and coconut liqueur with Mexican rum. Or, of course, we have the classic margarita.

I just hope that our manager won't notice my disappearance for a short time. Perchiène Colonus was a drink composed of whisky, margarita, martini, and Manhattan. We serve them at the bar at night for heavy drinkers. It's the best seller here, and for those of us who know how to mix it, it is a must that we are always present during night shifts.

I said, leaning in, my finger brushing the tip of his nose, a bold move that felt reckless, desperate. “What about a beautiful woman like me, who's ready to forget? I know drinks—Margarita, Cosmopolitan, Old Fashioned, Mojito, maybe a Negroni—but I want your recommendation.” My voice was teasing, but my chest was tight, my heart racing with a mix of pain and want. “For heartbreak with a side of vengeance, I’d recommend a strong mix. We have the...Patrón Reposado, Grey Goose, a splash of Aperol, bitters, and a hint of sweet vermouth."

He shook his head and answered her previous question. "It's a margarita, a drink made by mixing tequila, triple sec, and lime juice in equal parts. It's also garnished with a little salt on the rim to enhance the flavor. And for alcoholic drinks, you should sip them slowly, not gulp them down like you just did." Kimberly nodded in understanding. "In that case, give me a different drink. This one is too salty. It might make my hair fall out if I consume too much salt like this."

“May I start you with something to drink or an appetizer?” “What are the cocktails of the evening?” “As offered every evening, we have the World’s Fair specialty, the British Pavilion cocktail. We’re also offering both lemon and lime Gin Fizz and we have a delightful French Seventy-Five available as well.” Mr. James glanced at Evelyn, his eyes raking her quickly. “Much as I’d enjoy it, I don’t think we’re quite prepared for the French Seventy-Five yet. We’ll start with two lime Gin Fizz and from the menu, the assorted hors d’oeuvres.”

Vincent looked slightly horrified when we walked in, but he didn't complain. We found a booth in the back. I ordered a beer, Olivia got a vodka tonic, and Vincent, after studying the menu for what felt like ten minutes, ordered something called a Sazerac that I'd never heard of. "Of course you drink cocktails with names I can't pronounce," I said. "It's a classic New Orleans cocktail," Vincent replied. "Rye whiskey, absinthe, sugar, and Peychaud's bitters." "Show-off," Olivia muttered, but she was smiling.

Edeline He snapped back to the present, looking at me with a soft chuckle. "Oh, that’s a mix of Jägermeister, coconut rum, and pineapple juice. Not a lot of bartenders know it, but it’s good—better than it sounds, I promise. You can have it as a shot or a drink. It might sound weird, but trust me, it’s surprisingly tasty. Don’t worry, you’ll be just fine," he assured me with a nod, his tone more playful now.

"She doesn't know. Just 'something different.'" "Here." Zoe dumped the drink and quickly made another with nearly identical ingredients. "Call it a... I don't know, Medusa's Venom or something. Say it's exclusive." I delivered the "new" drink with appropriate ceremony. "The bartender recommends our Medusa's Venom. It's not on the menu….specialty clientele only." Valerie looked intrigued despite herself. She took a cautious sip, then nodded approvingly. "Much better. See? Was that so hard?"