Zenith Margarita Novels & Stories

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!"

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.

She was edgy, the kind who screamed for something adventurous. "Coming right up," I replied, already reaching for ingredients. I made her a drink I dubbed the "Neon Whisper": vodka, a splash of mango juice, a squeeze of lime, and a splash of soda. I handed it to her and watched as she took a sip. Her eyes widened. "This is. amazing!" I smiled, a genuine smile. "Glad you like it." It was moments like these that made the job worthwhile. The bar had its negatives, but it had its positive side as well.

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.”

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 came in popping his butt out, which was impressive with how he held the pizza from falling. “Encore! Encore!” I clapped while screaming. I could hear Aziel also clapping. Apparently someone had found his humor. Kade made a dramatic bow. “Maybe later, right now I really want to try this concoction you had me pick up.” He looked at the pizza box expectantly. I went to the cabinet and retrieved three glasses down. Finding where they put the liquor, I pulled down the tequila and grenadine. Going to the fridge I pulled the orange juice out. Using an extra cup I found that was plastic, I set to making tequila sunrises. It was quiet in the kitchen as I worked. Looking behind me, both men were lo

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?"