Zenith Margarita Novels & Stories

I asked, I wanted to make sure if there was an extra plan in place to capture their shock and use it to our advantage. “The Zenith is a favorite spot of Damien. It’s exclusive; and if my sources are right, they will be there. And if they’re not, they will be close enough to witness the spectacle we create and I’ll put a man on them to capture their shock,” Zeke promised. He lifted my chin with a single finger, forcing me to meet his intense gaze. “Tonight, Evelyn, we stop fighting each other and start fighting for each other, even if it’s the greatest lie we’ve ever told.”

And he, too, was so gorgeous it hurt. "What do you have?" I asked, acting casual. He raised an eyebrow. "Well, it's a full bar, so surprise me." "A frozen mango margarita?" He raised an eyebrow. "Are you asking or telling me?" I scoffed, my smile fading, not about to let this guy intimidate me. "Just red wine then." In my peripheral vision, Cruz shook his head slightly at the bartender. "No, I was only joking," the bartender replied. "One mango margarita coming up!" Then he turned away to do our bidding.

"The moon invited the silver wolves? That's perfect! I'll take you to your table." On the table, a mini-fountain of fruit drink is flowing and we pick our own glasses to scoop. Sherizzah mixed a piece of tablet in my drink and I haven't tasted it yet when the extreme spice of the water's scent itched my throat. "It's a special mint to make strong drinks. That might itch your throat and leave you hoarse later," she informed, and then whispered, "But just pretend that your throat hurts throughout the celebration." "What? Why—?"

A neon blue, but I couldn’t make out any decorations from where we stood. The crisp, cool, outside air infiltrated my nose as I turned to Roman. “This place is awesome.” I said. He nodded in agreement. “Drinks?” He questioned. “Yes please.” I replied, and we headed to the second floor where the bar wasn’t as packed. I ordered a dragon fruit margarita on the rocks, with salt on the rim and a sidecar of tequila. Roman ordered a whiskey and coke.

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.

He texted her, asking where they were drinking. They ordered two kinds of drinks: the Polmos Spirytus Rektyfikowany 192 Proof and Penicillin Cocktail. 192 Proof is made of premium ethyl alcohol with an agricultural cereal origin while Cocktail is one of the best drinks in Singapore. This is an intoxicating concoction of Islay Scotch, honey-ginger sweetening, and recent juice, the drink is lemony, sweet, and alluringly smoky all promptly. The cocktail tastes like a slice of heaven. It will be worth it.

I loved Lena to death, but God, she gave me shitty advice. Wanda scribbled a few things on her pad and laughed with my friends before returning to the bar for their drink order. I was slowly building up my courage and grabbed the paper. “The usual, I presume?” I asked Wanda as I looked at the written drinks. “Yeah. And the lady with them wants a Tie me to the bedpost. Figures…” Wanda added, rolling her eyes. “What the heck is that anyway?” I groaned. “It’s citron vodka, coconut rum, melon liquor, sweet and sour mix and 7-Up,” I said and prepared their order. Once everything was ready, I put the glasses on a tray and wiped the stress sweat rolling off my forehead.

Maddie in white, Jasmine in pink, Bella in dark blue and pants instead of shorts and Callie in red. I toss a towel onto my shoulder and saunter up to them with an imaginary pen and paper in hand. "Ladies, what are we drinking?" "A tropical Mai Tai, please." Jasmine says. "And a tequila sunrise for Bella." "A strawberry Daiquiri." Maddie orders. "Make that two." Lexie pipes up with a smile. Nodding I pretend to jot their orders down on my palm before looking at Callie. "Strawberry Hennessy, thanks."

sigh), “coming right up” i say before checking for the ingredients. I find all the ingredients and i'm quite surprised that they had all those in the mini bar. I pour some celery salt into a small plate and set that one aside, then i rub the juicy part of a lime and lemon wedge along the lip of a pint glass, i roll the outer edge of the glass in celery salt until it was fully coated before i filled it with ice and set it aside. I squeeze lemon and lime wedges into the shaker and drop them in. I add some vodka, tomato juice, horseradish, Tabasco Worcestershire black pepper, paprika plus a pinch of celery salt along with some ice and shake gently. After i strained it into the already prepared

“Can you make a martini?” “Uh uh.” I shake my head. “We're relaxing on the beach. We need beach drinks.” “We're not actually on the beach,” he informs me with a smug smile. I stick my tongue out at him and he chuckles. “Whatever you're having.” “Well, there's no blender,” I inform him. “So, margaritas on the rocks it is.” “No blender?” Christopher shakes his head. “Tsk, tsk. That's a point in the negative for this place.”