Hey guys!!
This is going to be my first real story. I'm not a fantastic writer, but I will try to update often. If you ever have any recommendations for the storyline or how to improve my writing, I would love them!!
50 Ml Gin...
I swung my arm out over the oak wood, grabbing the jigger and measuring out the gin and tossing it with a quick flare into the cocktail mixer.
Leftover ice splashed across the shabby countertop, and perspiration dripped down my cheeks. There was no time no waste. I barely heard the ice hitting the cracked filthy tiled floor.
25 Ml lemon juice...
I squeezed the lemon over the mixer and tossed the rest of to the side, leaving an airy scent of acidic fruits lingering in the air. The rinds slid down the bar and collided with the salt shaker. They wern't important right now
12 1/2 Ml of simple syrup...
I threw it into the jigger, pouring it high from above, letting the stream of liquid flow seamlessly from the top to the bottom.
I took a deep breath and furrowed my brows. This needed to be perfect. Every step along the way needed to be intricate. When I did this, I didn't feel so alone anymore.
A splash of egg white and...
I pitched the soda and ice that had been sitting in the glass out into the sink, and scooped some fresh ice up, almost filling the whole glass. With some hard shakes, I mixed the ingredients together in the mixer.
Quickly before it could settle, I knocked it into the small chipped glass and watched, with a deep sigh of satisfaction, as the tasty white drink poured itself. There was a bead of sweat, dripping on my chin. I didn't take cocktail making lightly.
As the adrenaline wore off, I began to hear Melody, my boss, clapping slowly with a Cheshire cat grin spread across her face. She had on a denim jacket and her long strawberry blonde hair was pulled back into two low nape-of-the-neck ponytails. Her lipgloss shimmered in the low lighting of the empty club
"You're going to have arms like Dwane Johnson if you keep shaking that damned thing so hard." Melody leaned forward to pick up the drink and swirled it with the ice in the cup
"I wish all my employees were as passionate about their jobs as you, coming in to work on off days to practice, sheesh." I grunt-chuckled with a small smile under my hair. They're not here because they have a social life. My life revolves around this bar. I rolled the elastic off my wrist and threw my red hair up into a messy bun.
The lights were turned down low and Melody was still leaning back in her low black chair, with one boot over her knee.
"Will you be here Saturday night? Gina called out sick."
"Mhm. Yeah, of course."
"Good. Bring your grater, I can't seem to find the one that we've got here and it should be busy with the festival. I'm guessing it will be a 2 pm to 6 am night. And wear comfy shoes." I wiped down the bar and recapped all of the alcohol.
Silence broke though out conversation, and neither of us had anything to say. Melody broke the quiet first by coughing and scooting her butt up higher in the seat. She clasped her fingers together and looked over at me with sad eyes. Melody swished her drink around in the glass
"Reese, how have things been at home?"
"Pretty normal. I haven't had any more problems with my neighbors."
"But what about-"
"No, I haven't heard from my family." She slumped back in her chair and avoided eye contact. I could tell she wanted to ask more questions but didn't want to overstep boundaries. I sighed and picked up the mixer again. How about a Gimlet this time?
60 Ml premium Gin...
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Hey guys!!
Sorry, this was so short. I didn't want to reveal anything, although her mate will be shown in the first chapter!! :))))))
Get ready for the drama to start. ;;;;;;)))
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Werewolf"Baby girl, I would do anything to see you smile" ... Reese is 19. She's a part-time bartender, with high hopes and dreams of professionally designing and serving alcohol. She has aspirations and friends But what about King? King is 25. Cold and unf...
