Zenith Margarita Novels & Stories

He also gave him a few notes as the tips. Along with that, Margie streaking a gentle smile sipped the drink slowly. "This is better," She commented. "What do you mean by better?" Bastian squinted as he wondered. Margie glanced at him and stated, "In my pack, most of the bars do not really serve various type of alcoholic drink, so I only request for Margarita and Martini when I go there with Jessie. In fact, I always wonder about other alcoholic drinks, such as this blue ocean."

The Old Fashioned was a smoky, sweet concoction with a hint of orange, while Tanya's Cosmopolitan was a vibrant pink, the perfect blend of tart and sweet. As the night wore on, we ordered a few more drinks to keep the celebration going. Tanya tried a French 75, a classic cocktail made with gin, champagne, lemon juice, and sugar. It arrived in a tall flute, the pale yellow liquid sparkling under the lights. I opted for a Negroni, its deep red hue and bold, bitter flavor a perfect contrast to the sweetness of the champagne.

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.

“And stop acting as if you are clueless and don't know what we are talking about.” Julie blushed profusely. She glared at me and stood to her feet. “Who needs some drink? I think I need some.” “I just want water.” Elena grinned. “Margarita,” Alisson said. “I…” “Vodka spritz for me,” Julie said, cutting me off. “Water for pregnant Elena, Margarita for Alisson, and nothing for Artemisia.” “Why not?!” I exclaimed, but she already left. “Maybe you said something that pissed her.” Elena giggled.

Zenith smiled and asked, “Uncle Harry, do you want more?” The Crown Vodka was considered a limited-edition collector’s cache. Everyone would want more. “Ahem…” Harry cleared his throat and gulped. He said, “Zenith, I know you are influential. Maybe you can ask the owner to give us two more bottles?” ‘Yeah! Young Master Mangold!” “For you, it’s easy!”

Allen, who was still writing his final notes, turned to them with a frown. “No alcohol,” he repeated sternly. The room went quiet for a second. “Mocktails,” Max corrected quickly, like a schoolboy caught sneaking candy. “We’ll get him mocktails. Promise!” That evening, the trio walked into a cozy bar just outside the city. The place had soft lighting, mellow music, and a quiet crowd. Max and Felix were true to their word. They ordered a round of Sunset Blush—a fruity, tangy mocktail with pineapple, cranberry, and a hint of lime.

The drink glowed with an otherworldly light, tendrils of hellfire dancing just beneath the surface. "What in the world is this?" he asked, curiosity mingling with a hint of apprehension in his voice. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride at his reaction. "That, my dear Sebastian, is a tequila sunrise. But with a little... kick." I winked, enjoying the way his gaze lingered on my lips. "Hellfire for an extra punch, and blood instead of grenadine. You know, just to keep things interesting." Sebastian's eyebrows shot up, a mix of surprise and intrigue crossing his face. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, seductive purr. "Blood, you say? And whose might that be? Yours, perhap

"We don't do that here, girl! It's a Frost Vipers Party. Anything non alcoholic is prohibited." I turned to Zoey for a confirmation and she nodded, "unfortunately, dear. My first party night here was bittersweet." "Yeah, same night you ended up in my brother's bed for the first time." "Aww, such good memories." Zoey had a blush on her face. "So, loosen up, girl. I could get you something with fruit taste though, you'd love it." Layla motioned one of the prospects on standby. "Two glasses of Sex on the Beach and a glass of Tequila sunrise."

She was brought back to reality with that and saw two new drinks sitting in front of them. “Babe,” Meredith felt the name ‘babe’ reach down to her core as Brayden handed her a drink. “What is this?” Meredith mumbled trying to ignore her body’s responses to the man sitting next to her. “A Pink Elephant.” Brayden responded as he picked up the other glass. Meredith’s drink had an ombre effect, getting lighter towards the top with an orange slice on the rim. Meredith took a sip and fell in love. As she was sipping her drink the bartender set a plate of sliders down.

“Let’s finish our drinks and get out of here.” She didn’t have to tell him twice. Zain downed his beer in one go as she drank as much of her Margarita as she could, not wanting to get a brain freeze. Zain had packed up the nachos while he waited, giving her a sexy look as his eyes met hers. “For later, in case we get hungry.” He shrugged. Jasmine nodded, smiling as she took a few more gulps. Then she pushed back her chair and rose to her feet. “Ready?”