Moondance - || TWICE x READER ||

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For as long as I could remember, colors were the only thing that gave me comfort. Colors spanning from bright, to pastel, to earthy and back. A never ending experiment to find the piece of me that had been missing for most of my childhood. The part of me that hadn't been concerned about what the outer world had to say, but rather, what the inner world had to offer.

I think a lot of people take their imagination for granted because they believe it's childish. But, imagination is and can be a person's greatest gift, if used with intentions to better ones' lives. Just don't be that one dude trying to take over the world...or... evaporate half the entire fucking population like Thanos.

"Your cherry martini, ma'am", I placed the glass in front of her. She smiled, though it barely reached her eyes, and said 'Thank you' in return. I nodded, then went on to another customer.

cherry martini...red...she must be going through a breakup or being pressured to do something against her will...

It's not so much the martini part that makes me guess that, it's the color of the martini along with her expression that gets my gears churning. Certain colors induce certain emotions. Science proves this. Therefore, red is the emotion she's currently giving off. But red could mean numerous things, there is no right or wrong way to decipher this color and nor should it be deciphered. It's just a nice way of making things interesting... like viewing the people and the world around me.

Hm...probably why I chose this job in the first place...

"Yo, kid", a young man called to me while I was cleaning a few glasses. I looked up. He wore a black button down, diamond encrusted shades and double iced out chains. "'Whatchu recommend for a night like this?", his teeth were also covered in diamonds, giving me the impression he was pretty well off. Or at least to afford such a grill.

recommend?, I hung the glasses back on their rack before heading his way. When I got to him, a finger gestured me to lean closer. So I did, propping both elbows on the counter with intrigue and slight puzzlement.

"Today's a special day for my babygirl, so I wanna surprise her with a lil 'sum sum. Y'know what I'm sayin...?", he whispered, looking both ways just in case his 'babygirl' was eavesdropping somewhere.

I nodded, understanding what he meant.

Basically... he just wants a drink so good it'll make their night euphoric...leading them to have— hey mind, stobbit!, I mentally slapped myself as I pulled away with a smile. "I think I know the perfect drink, sir"

To be honest, the first color that popped in my mind was...red. Something red to fit a Friday night mood, while the singer onstage covers artists like The Weeknd, Sabrina Claudio, H.E.R, Trey Songz and many more. Ah yes...my 3am playlists in a nutshell hEHe

Wait, ew. Note to self...never say hEHe EVER again...  

Ok. Back to the point. The perfect drink for a night like this, or literally any night, would be none other than a Boulevardier. 

Boulevardier. Cousin to the Negroni, ex-husband/wife to the Martini. The party don't start until Boulevardier walks in. And that's no exaggeration.

Known far and wide for its rich, velvety smooth just a tad bit sweet taste. Twinkling amber color. Can be served up or on the rocks. Tonight I'm thinking of serving it up standard.

I went to the shelves and took 3 bottles of liquor. Sweet vermouth. Campari. And bourbon. I sat them all down to grab the jigger inside my apron pocket. Starting with sweet vermouth, about 1oz goes into the jigger, then poured into a regular glass. The same was done for campari and bourbon, except bourbon called for 1oz and a half instead of 1oz.