Novel & Cerita Zenith Margarita

She put on the tap and began to rinse the milk off. "Well, I can't guarantee your blender's safety if you don't come," said Arthur. "I haven't even given you the blender yet. Wait, what do you want to do with the blender?" She placed her wet hands on her waist, looking at Arthur with curiosity. "Pomegranate margarita with a little twist," Arthur flashed his teeth and moved his left hand in the air like a toy rocket and smashed it into his right hand. "Oh my college days. You kids better be careful what you add in those drinks." Hadley wagged a finger at him.

Chase said, and my face fell, immediately kicking him again. Slade must have caught my face before I was able to change it, he tensed a bit but then relaxed as he looked back at Chase. “I just ran in to get something to go. I appreciate it though, looks like they make a good drink,” Slade, nodding toward me. “Absolutely delicious,” I said, raising my glass and taking a sip. Strawberry frozen margarita, sugar on the rim … perfection. Don’t mess with a classic. Just then the waitress came with our food and it was a great ice breaker. Taco salad for me and sizzling meat on a hot plate for my little bottomless pit carnivore.

We settled into a corner booth, and Thiago immediately waved down the bartender. “What’s your poison?” he asked, glancing at the menu. “I think I’ll stick to something light. Maybe a spritzer?” I suggested, feeling the weight of the day slowly lift. “Light? Where’s the fun in that?” Thiago chuckled, ordering a round of cocktails instead. “We need something to celebrate, and a spritzer just won’t cut it.” As the drinks arrived, Thiago raised his glass. “To us, to teamwork, and to the Zorich Group’s inevitable success!”

FOUR YEARS LATER Setting the glass of bourbon and coke down on the smooth surface of the counter, I slid it toward the man sitting before me. Turning, I grabbed a bottle of tequila, Curacao, and lime juice. After pouring the mixture over ice in a salt-rimmed rocks glass, I grabbed a swizzle stick and poked it within the Margarita. Afterward, I placed a napkin and the drink down on the waiting tray and turned toward the man sitting on the other side of th counter from me.

The hostess handed us menus, thick, leather-bound, no prices listed, and disappeared. Clara opened hers immediately, scanning the specials with interest. Adrian leans to my side and says , “what will my lady be having?” voice low and teasing. I reached for the heavy, menu , leather-bound menus in front of us, each one embossed with the single gold word Lumen in the lower right corner. I opened mine slowly, almost reluctantly, fingers brushing the thick cream paper inside. The first page listed cocktails, handcrafted, seasonal, with ingredients I’d never heard pronounced the same way twice: yuzu kosho-infused gin, black truffle vermouth, smoked lapsang souchong bitters. Prices started at $28.

I grabbed three glasses of glass and poured each and gave it to the alpha king and Zenith while reading the label of the drinks—Merry Go Round, the drinks for werewolves. "Accept this as my apology for saying nonsense things earlier. I did not know what had gotten me." I offered them drinks. The alpha king gladly accepted it, and greedily devoured the contents, but Zenith looked at it as if I was giving her some kind of poison. "What are you planning?" she asked.

Kristen's mother uttered and left the room. "What drink is this? it smells so good," Vitali asked, as he smelled the drink again, "It is a Whiskey Hibiscus Cocktail, the garnish is Hibiscus and thyme sprig. This is Mother's forte. She drinks a lot so she always has this in the fridge, they are other types, homemade like this." Sky said and we both hummed as I took the drink to my mouth, I took a sip savouring it in my mouth,

"Once we get to Stratford, we'll spend time just having fun. Whatever you want I'll grant, whether it's traveling on tourist attractions or you want to go shopping, I don't mind." "Well. What are you doing?" Now I'm more interested in the drink Ozgur is making. "Sex on the Beach." He smiled. I blinked. "The name of this cocktail is Sex on the Beach. Made from a mixture of Vodka, Peach Schnaaps, Pineapple, and Cranberry Juice." "How does it feel?" I asked curiously and came closer. Ozgur played cocktail umbrella in his glass, he squinted. "Since when did you become interested in liquor?" asked Ozgur, displeased.

I am not even a little tipsy, I want to get drunk and wasted so I ordered Margarita. I gulped it in two sips still not getting drunk not tipsy then I ordered Ever clear Grain its strongest one. I guess this will ease my pain and makes me numb, this too failed, but made me a little tipsy I don't know what to order anymore so I asked the bartender to give me the strongest one he gave me a small long slim glass with dark brown liquid with a lemon slice in the top called Aunt Roberta.

"Thanks for the compliments, what would you like to have?" "A glass of margaritas for me." Hilda cracked her knuckles and gave him a stare down. "Negroni!" I blinked. "And you, ma'am?" His green eyes pierced into Suzy's soul. "Fifty shades of martini." She gave a cheeky smile and released another button from her chest. The bartender's adam apple bobbed while he gave Suzy's boobs a quick stare before clearing his throat and getting right back to business. "Must you always mess with every hot guy you see?" I rolled my eyes at a smirking Suzy.