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[delzinrowe]

WORD COUNT: ~1.4K WARNINGS: Mentions of alcohol, idk. F!Reader

Bartender!Takuma Ino has been rotting my brain so here's a little something.

Bartender!Takuma, who is one of three bartenders in a local pub. He’s known for his mixing skills and his moves, constantly getting the highest tips due to his level of wit, skill and his handsome face.

Bartender!Takuma who always has a keen eye for guests and listens attentively when he notices someone with worries. He has a special drink for each occasion that he gives a concerned guest. For a broken heart he has a soft pastel blue coloured sweet cocktail meant to heal. For financial trouble he has a clear drink with green syrup that brings fortune. For family struggles he has a pink cocktail, supposed to lift all the worries and help rekindle.

Bartender!Takuma who gets in trouble with his boss for giving out those cocktails for free (one per guest though) but always gets off the hook cause he brings the most business into the pub and is well liked by all locals.

Bartender!Takuma whose eyes are immediately on you when he sees you walk in. He doesn’t say a word about it but he notices the tear stains on your cheeks, the chapped lips from biting them nervously, the unfocused gaze in your eyes. He’s immediately in front of you when you sit down at the bar, ready to take your order.

Bartender!Takuma who mixes you a special and unique sweet cocktail after you tell him you don’t have the mind to choose from a long list of drinks. He serves you the cocktail with a reassuring smile.

Bartender!Takuma who is known as the one to always make a show but tonight he didn’t perform a single move because all his attention is on you. He keeps coming back to you and asks you if everything is okay, but he never comes across as pressuring or pushing.

Bartender!Takuma who doesn’t give you advice because he knows advice from someone else might come from a good place but mostly falls on deaf ears until the person actually learns the lesson on their own, so he settles for listening to you instead.

Bartender!Takuma whose shift ended half an hour ago, yet he still stands behind the bar, talking to you about mindless stuff until you cheer up a little more because he can’t leave without seeing you smile.

Bartender!Takuma who asks if he should call you a taxi or bring you home himself when you tell him it’s time to go but he knows you’ve had a few drinks. You reassure him that your friend will pick you up and you won’t drive yourself, which has him visibly relieved.

Bartender!Takuma who watches you leave with the sour taste of regret in his mouth that he didn’t ask you for your number or at least gave you his. But he knows it would be unprofessional, and despite everything you (and other locals) share with the bartenders you’re still all just paying customers.

Bartender!Takuma who leaves that day with the least tips he ever got because most of his attention was on you but he really doesn’t care about that because as long as he made you smile it was all worth it.

Bartender!Takuma who spends his shifts during the next few days watching the door almost obsessively in hopes to see you walk in again but he’s disappointed every time it’s someone else. He’s waiting to see you again.

Bartender!Takuma who always gives up on seeing you again and tries to forget you by doing his job extra well, performing different bartending moves and throwing bottles and glasses in the air, effortlessly catching them all and putting on a show for all the guests. He’s so immersed in the show that he only notices the wave of new customers when he approaches them from behind the bar.

Bartender!Takuma who is absolutely elated and immediately has a bright smile on his face when he realizes you are among the wave of customers. He does his best to cater to everyone’s wishes but his attention is still mostly on you as he asks you about stuff related to your first night in the bar. It makes you blush that he remembers even small details.

Bartender!Takuma who doesn’t seem to notice the glances your friends give you whenever he performs a trick just for you. He still performs for other guests too but it’s obvious that he’s putting much more effort into the moves he makes for you.

Bartender!Takuma who slowly but surely gets to know you more, your full name and zodiac, as you tell him happily, your profession, your worries, your hobbies, your likes and dislikes. He’s happy you’re talking to him so much and he’s opening up to you just the same.

Bartender!Takuma who once again forgot to ask you for your number when you leave but it’s okay because he has the strong impression that you’ll visit the pub again, and he hopes it’s because of him.

Bartender!Takuma who is smiling like a little kid on Christmas when he sees you again because he was right that you’d come back. His two colleagues are happy you’re back too because if they had to listen to him talk about you any more they would have punched him.

Bartender!Takuma who builds a solid friendship with you over the course of weeks. You don’t know it but his colleagues tell him when you come in on his days off and how your happy smile always falters when they tell you he’s not working. His heart always skips a beat when he thinks about it

Bartender!Takuma who gladly caters to all your wishes in everything cocktail-wise and always knows which moves to make to get you to laugh. Everytime he succeeds his heart makes a little jump.

Bartender!Takuma who gets urged by his colleagues to finally make a move and ask you out because now that you frequent the pub they have seen many guys looking at you. He gets visibly upset when they tell him that men have bought you drinks on his day off.

Bartender!Takuma who is immediately irritated when a guy on the other side of the bar buys you a drink and tells him to give you a message. But it’s his job, so he has to do it. Instead of making the drink and giving it to you right away however, he asks you if you want to accept it.

Bartender!Takuma who smiles a little too happily when you ask him if it’s impolite to reject the drink from the guy. He reassures you that it’s not impolite and takes care of the guy, in a more or less polite manner because he’d like to keep his job.

Bartender!Takuma who scowls the immediate moment a stranger approaches you and asks if they can buy you a drink. It’s different when someone is standing right next to you, so he knows you’re likely to accept just so you don’t anger the stranger. He takes the stranger's order, internally rolling his eyes at the bitter drink he ordered for you because he knows you don’t like bitter cocktails.

Bartender!Takuma who nonetheless mixes the drink and even performs some of his skilled moves to get you to look at him. When he serves the drink he accidentally spills it, making sure it stains the stranger’s pants. Of course he apologizes, but only you know that it’s a half assed apology that he doesn’t mean

Bartender!Takuma who swears the entire pub can hear his heart leaping when you thank him for saving you with his little stunt. It’s the first time he’s actually blushing and you think it makes him look even more handsome.

Bartender!Takuma who finally has the guts to ask you if you want to go out with him after weeks of pining for you. He’s not as smooth when he asks you, almost a little clumsy with his words but unbeknownst to him you think it makes him seem even cuter.

Bartender!Takuma who can’t hide his relieved and happy smile when you agree on a date. He’s so happy he completely forgets to ask for your number or when you have time. When you leave he wants to kick himself because how can he take you out on a date if he doesn’t even have your number.

Bartender!Takuma who almost breaks out in a happy dance when one of his colleagues hands him the napkin you purposely left behind with your number on it. He’s so happy he seems to be floating and beaming, brighter than the sun itself. All because he’s soon taking you out on the best date you ever had.

[lexithwrites]

what r ur wolfstar/jegulus/rosekiller hc’s?

You’ve opened a can of worms enjoy:

Wolfstar:

- Sirius does the talking for the both of them

- Sirius is more aggressive verbally but Remus is more physically aggressive

- Remus is just as kinky as Sirius if not more he just never talks about it

- Remus is the only person Sirius can go non verbal around (autistic/adhd Sirius rise)

- They shower together and it’s usually not sexual it’s just to save time

- Remus is the cook/baker of the relationship whilst Sirius is the cocktail/drink maker

- they host a lot of dinner parties

- they bicker constantly but never fight

- Remus’ safe word is butterfly and Sirius’ is cantaloupe (he thought it sounded funny)

- Remus had a big breeding kink but it’s less about actually getting someone pregnant and more the intimacy of it, being that connected to someone gets him going

- Sirius has tics like twitching his head and drumming his fingers

- Remus has black coffee and Sirius only drinks iced lattes filled with caramel syrup

- Sirius has a motorbike and Remus has a car (Sirius is a passenger princess and Remus is a backpack)

- they get married asap

Jegulus:

- they take weeks off every year to stay at the potter’s holiday home (probably somewhere like Italy)

- regulus insults everyone BUT James

- James can’t cook very well but he loves making regulus breakfast in bed because he always forgets

- it took regulus a long time to be comfortable with sex due to past relationships but James is so patient and legit doesn’t care about sex unless his partner is interested

- personal opinion don’t hate me, but James is a service top and I’ll die on that hill

- regulus is a power bottom and likes having control most of the time (he loves tying James up)

- it’s rare for James to bottom but when he’s in the mood regulus uses all their toys on him

- they have three cats (all siblings because James didn’t want to separate them)

- effie and Monty have biweekly dinners with them

- regulus has a j behind his ear and James has an r on his thumb

- they have promise rings but aren’t too fussed about getting married but they talk about it

- a lot of pride flags in their apartment

- James taught regulus how to drive

- James has to remind regulus not to have dairy because he’s lactose but that doesn’t stop him

- regulus exclusively drinks matcha and James is a hot chocolate boy

Rosekiller:

- they’ve never said they’re dating but they’re together duh

- barty has evan’s bite marks tattooed on him

- evan has a b tattooed on his left ass cheek

- they live in a studio and it’s basically a hot box room

- neither of them drive

- when they go out drinking barty gets beer or cider and Evan only drinks spirits with a mixer

- barty has a pet rat called Rosie

- evan loves him

- barty and Pandora are best friends and Evan has seen them painting the others nails

- evan does Barty’s hair for him, he’s never gone to a hair salon

- barty loves pain, like a lot, so they’re very kinky

- evan is usually in charge and Barty is usually tied down in some way, or gagged, or blindfolded

- evan had quite bad panic attacks at night and barty is the only person who calms him down besides pandora

- evan has a cockwarming kink and barty is more than happy to participate

- evan has a cooperate job whilst barty works in some gross bar

- they host the house parties

- barty has been arrested about three times

- evan is more possessive out of the two

- barty does his own piercings and tattoos

[wisteria-blooms]

*NSFW* strawberry wonderland (ii) (bill weasley & reader)

*MINORS DNI!*

PAIRING: Bill Weasley/You SUMMARY: Unbeknownst to you, you have more of an effect on Bill than you could ever imagine. And he can't stop thinking about all the things he wants to do to you in Nice. WARNINGS: sex, fingering, oral, masturbation, unprotected sex

A/N: To get me out of a writer's block, I present you this. I've only read it over it once so I'll fix any mistakes as I go. I hope this doesn't ruin long hair & tattoos for you... it doesn't need to be part of the original series if you don't want it to be. It's set after Bill and Reader arrive in Nice.

STRAWBERRY WONDERLAND (II)

Strawberries.

That’s what you smelt like to Bill Weasley. And very much overwhelmingly so as you nestled into his arm, preparing to disembark the ship that had just docked the nauseatingly rocky French shores. He attributed it to all the fresh strawberries you crushed up at the bar. 

“What kind of liquor do you reckon goes well with this?” you asked, holding up the bleeding purée to his face. 

‘Anything that would get you to kiss me,’ a voice in his head willed him to say. He swatted that thought away and instead replied, “Rum.” All his family recipes and all his female cousins’ favourite girlish drinks came to mind.

“Hm.” You turned away from him and perused the shelf for the highest of top-shelf rum. “And what else?”

“Maybe some simple syrup, a dash of lime and—,”

You slammed a bottle of rum on the table and twisted it open. Bill closed his mouth and let you speak. “Keep rambling and one might think you’re an expert at cocktails or something of that sort.”

“You asked me!” Bill said in defense, a chuckle erupting from his lips. A lush haze was concentrating in your eyes from the wine you’d inhaled the moment you boarded the ship. Bill figured his taller and heavier figure was better in diffusing the alcohol than your smaller one. 

“Whatever,”—you slid the cup of strawberry puree towards him—“let’s just drink.”

And now the scent of fresh strawberries, lime, and wine lingered on your person, stuck to it like summer honey. It was the most heavenly of scents. He imagined it would be most concentrated on your lips and tongue, and he would risk everything—a lot—to test that hypothesis. And what if that old saying were true? ‘You are what you eat.’

Would you taste like strawberries elsewhere, dare he dream, on another pair of lips?

“Do you think we had too much?” you asked him, snapping him out of his dirty reverie where he was in between your legs. “I might be sick.”

“I’m sure the sea made it worse,” he reassured you, letting you grip him tightly. He looked back at the relentless waves. Merlin, if you kept touching and squeezing his arm, he wasn’t going to make it until after you left. “And you best recover before your dinner tonight.”

“Right—ooh.” You drew the last vowel, lips rounding, which sent a chill up Bill’s spine.

Then when you let out a deep sigh into the crook of his arm, he found himself at war with himself. He looked down at your eyelashes, fluttering down to cover your eyes and traced your pouty pink lips. You were the sweetest, most innocent thing at twenty-three years old. And he didn’t realize how much desire had stirred up inside him in the past few months that he now really wanted to kiss you—Oh, what was he sugarcoating his own private thoughts for? He wanted nothing more than to fuck you.

He just wanted to know what your innocence would feel on him and his experience. But he couldn’t. He was much too old, much too tainted compared to the likes of you. What he wanted was above any voice of reason. 

Fuck it, he was tempted by the thought of ruining you. 

Bill Weasley had to wonder how he got himself in this tricky predicament as he settled into a bed miles away from home. With age came maturity and emotional growth, right? At thirty-one, he had years to leap over and meet his milestones. Clearly, he missed a couple landmarks because he felt as if he was trapped in the body of a fourteen-old boy who’d discovered pornography à la Wicked Witches Weekly for the first time.

Everything in his mind was just wrong, wrong, wrong. 

After the whole debacle with you walking in on him mid-shower complaining that your own room had flooded and him checking that it really had, you’d insisted on taking the couch in his own room. He pulled off his shirt and shut the lamp off. Then, he laid on his left side and tried to make out your figure on the couch.

He shouldn’t be thinking about having sex with you as you were peacefully asleep a few metres from him. He was supposed to be the epitome of your older, more mature (pretend) boyfriend who could will away an inopportune erection at any time. But what was consuming his mind right now was, well, the fictitious scenario where you did agree to share a bed with him tonight. There wouldn’t be a cold and empty space beside him. You’d be right up against him, unknowingly grinding up against his aching nether region as you combed through a bad dream, and teased out his erection further as a result. The fantasy echoed in his mind again and again until sleep finally caught up with him.

“Ngh, Bill,” you whined, your voice thick with sleep. 

You nestled into the cove of pillows, trying to chase away your bad dream. Your body followed suit. Your ass was turned towards him, giving him full permission and the ability to grind against you. He meant to be gentle, but his thrusts—like his breathing—were growing more rapid and frantic.

His hands weaved their way past your loose cotton top and landed atop your naked breasts. He was grateful that your shirt was cut so loose and short. His hands latched onto your breasts tightly, mainly out of lust and secondarily to find an anchor for his writing body. His calloused fingers began their usual routine of teasing your nipples. He pinched them occasionally as he continued to rub his stiff cock on your behind. You were responsive, both in the soft moans that left your lips only to be subdued by the pillows, and the wetness collecting in your cunt.

Your panties were fucking soaked. Bill could detail your folds through the slickness, and feel your spilling entrance through the thin fabric. And that thin fabric was the only thing preventing him from thrusting his full length into you. You writhed harshly when he pinched your left nipple again. The nub was standing at full attention for him. 

“What do you think?” asked Bill, voice husky as he asked in your ear. “Can you take my cock or will I have to stretch that tight pussy out?”

You responded with nothing more than shaky breath. You grinded against him, trying to shove your panties aside. “....want… your big cock inside me, Bill.”

That was all the confirmation he needed. 

One of his hands hastily left your breasts in pursuit of your panties. He shoved one side to join the other which gave him freedom to trail the head of cock against your cunt. How much better you felt without a fabric barrier was indescribable. The precum leaking from the tip of his cock met your own wetness. He felt like he was being enveloped in silk. And your opening swelled as if inviting him in, begging him to fill you up with his endless cum and impregnate you.

He dove two fingers straight into you, just to really confirm you were ready. He immediately began curling his fingers inside you, feeling the engorged, sensitive area inside that drove you wild.

“Your cock, Bill,” you whined.

His hand was drenched when he pulled his fingers out. Immediately, he replaced the emptiness with his cock. With one thrust, he entered you. You let out a sharp gasp. He knew his size was hard to take, and it always took you a minute or two to adjust to him. But he knew how much you wanted him to ruin you, begging him to fill you up to the hilt. And he could only oblige in those moments, watching as your eyes rolled back every time your orgasm washed over you. 

“Please,” you begged through gasps. “I need… need all of you inside me.”

Bill flipped you over so your face was pressed against the pillows. His hands spread your ass cheeks apart. He could see the tight ring of muscle that was clenched around his thick cock. He was really stretching you out. And as much as it hurt him to do, he pulled out.

“No,” you whined, your hand flying back to find and guide him back into you. 

“Patience,” he commanded. 

He ran the tip of his cock up and down your folds, gathering enough lubrication to meet your increasing demands. And when he felt it was sufficient, he slid himself back into you, pushing past the drier spot that was cutting him off halfway.

“Yes, that’s it, ah—,” you moaned, meeting him halfway for the last couple inches. Your ass raised in the air, desperate for more of him. You held yourself up with your elbows, using them to anchor yourself as you pushed back on him. You worked through the part of him that was thicker than the rest. It was always tricky, but how fast you got there depended on how horny you were, and tonight, you were insatiable.

“Fuck,” he whispered, feeling himself being enveloped by more of your sweet cunt. You were so helpless and needy for him. When he looked down again, he realized he was completely sheathed inside you. He began thrusting, the first couple of seconds working at a steady pace. He earned a few moans. Then, he pulled himself all the way out only to fill you completely again. 

“Bill!” you screamed. Your legs trembled as you clenched around him. He did it again, and again, so hard and fast, aching to hear those delicious screams. Wetness dribbled down your thighs and onto the sheets as you lost yourself in the pleasure. 

“Stop, Bill, I’m going to cum—”

Bill woke up with a jolt. His chest heaved up and down and his breathing was significantly laboured. When he grew accustomed to where he was—the Malfoy summer house in Nice—he looked over to you. You were buried under your covers, blissfully unaware of the lewd positions he held you in in his dreams. He hoped you didn’t hear his breathing, or that he hadn’t said anything weird in his sleep. 

He felt a severe ache between his legs. He had feeling this was the most intense erection he’d had in ages. He already knew he was intensely red and swollen. 

Maybe he needed to have sex with someone, anything that wasn’t his own damn hand, but he wasn’t fond of an anonymous hookup.

Curiously, he reached past the waistband of his briefs, looking for some sense of relief. He was pulsating hard and it was barely what, seven in the morning? He gave himself a stroke, gripping hard at the base and letting go near his wet tip. He suppressed a moan. An image of you, edging him with your tongue, came to mind. 

No, he couldn’t do this with you in the room. It would be most improper and he had to hold himself to a higher standard. Instead, he grabbed a newspaper on his nightstand. It was two days out-of-date, but he figured he should get up to speed with what was going on in Egypt. He was certain that reading about excavations and pyramids and uprisings would take his mind off things. 

Not more than a few minutes later, he heard some ruffling and kicking about on the couch.

“Morning,” Bill greeted.

“Good morning,” you said, rubbing your eyes. “How’d you sleep?”

“Very well,” he responded. A fucking bold-faced lie. “You?”

“I slept well, too.”

You were all bed-headed, doe-eyed innocence in the white sheets and he was corrupt was hell.  

You got on your feet and pushed open the curtains, letting the sun fully stream in. Bill gulped silently, watching your legs sway around the room. Fortunately for his sanity, you had on some white shorts. Unfortunately, they were so short that any unplanned movement could reveal your panties, and he wouldn’t be able to stop there. 

“We usually eat breakfast together downstairs," you yawned, covering your mouth, “but maybe some caffeine is in order first. I’m still waking up.”

“A morning swim is the best way to do that,” Bill suggested. He was really treading a fine line with that suggestion; he was adding fuel to his own wildfires. He really loved the idea of a morning swim, he really did. But there was the bonus aspect of you having to be properly suited for the occasion, and you weren’t going to do it in those itty-bitty shorts and a tank top.  

“It’s one of the things I miss about Egypt that we don’t have back home. And it helps quell the heat, too.” He, honest to Merlin, did do this in Egypt. But not for any underlying reasons. 

“That’s a good idea,” you said with a nod. “Let’s do that.”

When you arrived at the private stretch of beach, Bill watched as you slowly unwrapped yourself from the shawl you had on. When you found the will to submerge yourself, even if it was just a toe, he approached from behind you.

“Gently grazing the water isn’t the definition of a swim, you know,” he said, lightly tapping the inward curve of your bare hip.

“I know,” you mumbled back, a tinge of pink on your cheeks. 

He jumped in without thinking and you soon followed suit. He submerged his whole body into the pristine waters of the French Riviera. When he resurfaced, he was treated to a view he was sure he didn’t deserve. 

The wet, white material of your bikini clung onto the skin of your breasts like it was a matter of life or death. Drops of water dotted down your cleavage, slowly, tantalizingly so. The weight of the water dragged your bikini straps down, giving him an expansive view of your breasts. And was that an erect nipple poking through? The cold water must’ve teased it out. 

Yeah, the swim was a bloody awful idea. 

“You’ll never catch me, (Y/N),” he teased. He sent another wave of water towards you to stall you, laughing as you squeezed your eyes shut and sputtered.

“This means war, Bill!” you cried. You outstretched your arms to pull him back towards you. You were aided by a little current that carried you closer and your fingers finally made contact with his strong shoulders

“Ha!” you exclaimed, your fingertips getting a grip on him. “You’ll be sorry!”

He held his breath as he fell back into the water with you on top of him. When he felt sand and little pebbles dig into his back, he knew you’d both arrived on shore. Slowly, he opened his eyes and saw you directly on top of him. Your wet hair grazed his cheeks and—

It wouldn’t be technically wrong to say you were grinding on him, not with the way your legs were splayed on both sides of him and the pressure you were putting on him. Your breasts were planted on his chest, and he could appreciate the clothed erect nipple on his skin. And as he looked down, there was more to see of your breasts than before. One wrong move and he would have a full view of the girls. It would be such a shame if your top came undone. But never mind that, he had to resist to urge to plant his hands on your hips and—

“Bill, it’s too deep,” you whined.

Bill’s hands were planted firmly on your hip bones, holding you down, forcing you grind on him with his cock deeply planted in you. You’d enveloped him to the hilt before, but you’ve never had him like this before, not in this position, and it was becoming too much.

“I think you like it, (Y/N),” he said with a chuckle. You looked down, embarrassed at the sudden spurt of wetness that ran down your thigh from your sex. As he began thrusting, you lost any sense of speech besides the ability to give a silent moan. When one of Bill’s hands loosened their grip on your hip to tease your engorged clitoris instead, you threw your head back.

The moment you’d realized how you’d fallen, you yelped immediately and apologized. 

“Time for breakfast?” you offered impassively, carefully looping your other leg over and rolling yourself off him. Sand stuck to the side of your wet legs. You offered him a hand.

“About time for it,” Bill responded as you pulled him up. 

“That was fun,” you commented, wrapping the beach towel over yourself and slipping into your sandals. “Better than my usual idea of a swim.”

Bill hummed in agreement, saying, “your idea of a swim isn’t much of a swim,” and followed you back into the house.

When you were back in your room, you’d dried off hastily, saying you were going to be late to breakfast.

“Is there a set time for breakfast?” he asked, eyeing as you flew around the bathroom looking for a comb.

“Not really, but it’s always at eight, and I was already chastised for being late yesterday.”

He had suppressed a comment about how beautifully haphazard you looked. Your hair was half-tamed, your cheeks flushed. You looked like you’d just had a good long romp in the sheets. 

“Then I’ll join you in a second,” he promised. “I’d like to look a little more presentable for your parents.”

“You look fine,” you commented. “But that’s alright, I’ll let them know.”

When you’d left the room, Bill headed straight to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and removed his clothes. As he felt his hardening cock spring loose, his frustration grew tenfold. He shouldn’t have suggested the swim; he was going to lose circulation to his brain if you kept turning him on like this. He stepped in the shower and placed his left forearm on the wall. His right hand reached out to stroke his uncomfortable erection. 

“Fuck,” he whispered to himself. Drops of cold water ran down his back as he leaned over. He was so close already and thinking about your body atop of his, your wet cunt pushing down on him, begging to be fucked, was really expediting the process. “Shit.”

In no time, he felt the intense pressure break. He bit down on his lip to keep from making too much noise. Ropes of cums spurted out of his cock, falling into the shallow water that’d accumulated in the shower base. He heaved, his heartbeat rapid, as his strokes slowed.

When he looked down at the mess he’d made, he could only think: ‘what a waste.’ It should’ve gone into some orifice of yours instead. Maybe your mouth, where his hold on your head would be iron-clad, and he’d make sure you swallowed every single drop. Or even better, your cunt, where it would all spill out on the sheets the moment he pulled out because it was just too much for you.

When Bill felt himself harden again, he cursed the higher deities. He’d never recovered this quickly before. Again, not since he was a teenage boy. And there was what, another two weeks of you frolicking in bathing suits and sun dresses? 

You were slowly and surely going to be the death of him.

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[𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤] Yami Yuugi x Reader One Shot

Summary: You briefly return to Domino City as an adult and reunite with your high school crush at a bar.

warnings: alcohol usage but it’s pretty minor

"I thought you said you knew a place, Joey." You said, inspecting the building that stood before your small group. The sun was beginning to set on Domino City, and as the lights came on, you noticed a letter was burnt out on the sign. Aside from some much needed TLC It didn't seem like a terrible looking bar, per se, but you really weren't expecting to be dragged to a bar in the first place.

You walked up to the window before shifting your stance to get a better look at the group, "Does Tea even drink? I thought it gives her a stomach ache." you glanced over to the only other girl in the group who shrugged nonchalantly in response. You rolled your eyes at Tea's reply as you briefly thought back to your grad party from high school a few years ago. You don't exactly remember how the gang acquired that much alcohol in the first place, but you can't forget how horribly it ended.

"C'mon, it's been years since we've all been together, you with your big boss work and Yug', Yami and I with all our tournaments. When's the last time we partied together, and who knows when you'll visit us next!" Joey pleads as you move to look through the old but decently maintained windows.

The bar was packed, the music was loud, and the colourful lights weren’t quite blinding, but they were enough to overwhelm your senses even from the outside. It being a Friday, you had figured that today would be the busiest week for a business like this, but if you hadn't known better, you'd have thought this would be bordering on a rave.

But even so, Joeys right. it's been a while since you gave yourself the opportunity to let loose and have fun, and it took the stars aligning for you to be in the same place at the same time as your old friends.

"Please, (Y/N)," Joey continues, "It's the best bar in Domino City, trust me! we'll have a great time."

You hesitated before asking, "Tea, you seriously want us to spend the night here too?"

"I don't see why not. I don't get to drink often, I might as well try it while we're all together."

That settled it. If you didn't agree now, you'd just be an inconvenience instead of the voice of reason.

"Fine. Does everyone else know we're meeting here?" You asked Joey.

"Yup. Tristen couldn't make it but Yami and Yuugi are showing up soon, I think they're on their way!"

Your heart stopped at the mention of Yami, your high school crush who you've lately fell out of contact with. If you had to reunite with him again, maybe some liquid courage couldn't hurt. Not that you were nervous of course, no, you've definitely overcome something as silly as a childhood crush, it's just that-

"Hello? Earth to (Y/N), are you with us?" You shook your head as Joey's waving hand snapped you out of your paralysis, and only then did you realize just how red your face became.

"Yeah, sorry, I... Fuck it, let's go in." You gathered your thoughts and turned to face the front door before slowly pushing it open.

The smell of alcohol, cocktail syrup and 150 people in a room that's not quite built for that capacity hit you like a truck, and you had to concentrate just to avoid getting overwhelmed. once inside, the three of you chatted for a little bit longer before you announced that you're heading to the bar for a drink, and within seconds, you were lost in the sea of rambunctious young adults.

You managed to "excuse' me" and "sorry" your way through the crowd and eventually broke free to find yourself two free barstools. you snagged them both, covering one with your jacket before promptly ordering yourself a rum and coke and not-so-subtly staring at the front entrance like a lovesick puppy. Joey said the rest of the group would be here soon, so where were they?

you solemnly drank your order once it arrived, and once you were out, you ordered one more to dampen the disappointment of your friends being late.

Every now and then Tea and Joey would visit you to chat and have a drink before vanishing in the crowd, and after about 20 minutes you considered getting up and doing the same. You weren't one for dancing, but moping at the bar wasn't your style either. Just as you were about to finish up your drink you felt a presence behind you and lips dangerously close to your ear.

"Is this seat taken?" You gasped at the voice and nearly froze in place.

"Yami? O-Of course! Oh my god, it's been years!" Your voice came out a bit shaky, but you could tell the alcohol's been working wonders considering you could talk to him at all. You whipped your head around to see those same piercing eyes you fell in love with years ago as he sat beside you and offered a warm but confident smile.

"It has. I'm sorry we're late, Yuugi had to do something last minute but I'm glad we didn't miss you. How have you been?"

And almost instantly you both reconnected like you had just talked yesterday. The pounding bass and shouting of the crowd seemed to fade away as you both became enthralled by what the other had to say, and though neither of you noticed it, it didn't take long for you two to revert to your old, bashful yet flirtatious selves around each other. You talked and drank and talked even more, and eventually you were both giggling messes, recalling all the crazy shenanigans you got up to when you were younger.

A lull in the conversation transpired, and as your laughing wore off, you watched Yami get up and extend a hand.

"Care to dance?" He spoke with confidence, but you noticed the slight blush on his cheeks. You hoped he was blushing from you and not the alcohol.

"I don't know how..." You hesitated for a moment, but if it meant more time with the man of your dreams, you wouldn't mind stepping on some toes. you gently took his hand and he guided you into the crowd.

"Me neither, but I don't think we need to!" His intimate tone transformed into shouting just so you could hear him, as the singing and laughing and yelling from the dance floor completely drowned him out otherwise. You looked around to see he was completely right. Most people were jumping, shuffling about, or gave up on "dancing" altogether and just used the dance floor as an excuse to make out with their partner.

You laugh, "Sure, but can you at least lead?"

"Hardly, but I can try."

Tipsy from the alcohol and high from being near him, you naturally let go of any anxieties and followed his lead, getting lost in his eyes as you did so.

You were both anonymous in the sea of terrible dancers, laughing and stumbling and growing ever closer as time went on, but to each other, the two of you were the most important people in the world. So important, even, that for a brief moment, the world seemed to slow down. The laughter and the shouts and the music was drowned out, and the bright, rapid lights suddenly weren't so intense.

You were pressed up against him, your faces slowly drawing closer. You closed your eyes, elated that you finally got to be intimate with the man you've secretly loved for years. It was finally happening. His hands were on your waist, you could feel his breath on your skin-

"Hey Yam- OH! Oh shit, my bad, you guys! Holy shit, just wanted to let you know it's getting late so we're taking off. Fuck. Seriously man, won't happen again." You sighed and laid your head on Yamis shoulder as Joey broke the world record for what was perhaps the worst timing in existence.

"Alright, thanks Joey." Yami replied, clearly exasperated as he dropped one hand from your waist.

"Have fun, Lovebirds! We'll see you tomorrow!" Tea chimed in, and from your peripheral vision, you saw Yuugi give you both a thumbs up.

"Sounds good." you mumbled, still pressed against Yami's shoulder as they finally walked off. Once torn away from your tipsy fairy-tale dream with Yami, you were quick to realize it wasn't just the intimate moment that made the crowds seem quieter; the bar was actually just closing soon.

With a sigh, you pried yourself off his shoulder, "I guess we should head home soon, too."

You felt Yami's other hand hesitantly leave your waist, "I guess so. May I walk you home?"

"I'd love that, but I actually haven't booked a hotel yet." you replied sheepishly.

"You can stay with me, then." And with that he placed his hand around your waist once more to prevent you from getting lost in the dwindling crowd and guided you out the door. He didn't recognize the implications of what he said until after he said them, but he seemed even more prideful than usual once he realized you didn't object.

Once outside you took a sharp breath in before stumbling down the stairs and leaning against Yami for some extra support. The crisp air was welcome after being in a stuffy bar for hours, but it didn't take long for you to start gently shivering against him. Yami noticed and seemed nearly eager to prove what a gentleman he was by covering you with his coat. You smiled at his act of generosity, no matter how cliche, and leaned yourself slightly deeper against him. You can't remember if the tension has always been this high between you too, but if so, you certainly realize now why the gang had always been teasing you two about getting together.

The walk home was quiet and peaceful, only occasionally sharing words or offering bashful smiles at each other.

If it wasn't for the nasty headache and blurred vision you were developing from the drunkenness wearing off, you could have sworn it might have been the perfect night. You tried hiding just how sick you were to stop Yami from worrying, but he was much too mindful (and you were much too obvious).

"(Y/N), are you alright?" He asked as he noticed you stumbling more than usual. He tightened his arm around your waist for more support.

"...'M fine." You barely murmured out. With a job as important as yours you rarely got to drink, and this time it seemed not being aware of your limit came back to bite you.

"Clearly not. Are you comfortable walking?"

Not trusting your voice at the moment, you nodded yes before nearly tripping, narrowly being saved by Yami. "No need to be stubborn, I just don't want you getting hurt," He offered a genuine, apologetic smile before slipping his other arm under your knees and carrying you bridal style. As embarrassed as you were, you admittedly loved the closeness. "Don't worry, we're almost there." he reassured you. You snuggled into his chest in response and promptly rested your eyes.

---

When you came to, you were laying in what you presumed to be Yami's bed, with Yami himself nowhere in sight. the lights were dimmed but just bright enough to see all of the Duel Monsters merchandise in his otherwise minimalistic room, and you giggled to yourself as you were reminded just how much of a nerd he was despite his punk appearance.

"Oh, you're awake." You heard Yami call from the hallway. He quickly came to your side with a glass of water and some ibuprofen, and you couldn't help but stare once your eyes finally focussed on him. His studded belts were off and he had changed into more comfortable clothing, and you just barely managed to catch his composed demeanour falter as you shamelessly eyed him up and down.

He cleared his throat before extending his hand holding the medicine, "I got these for you. If I had known you were this drunk I would have brought you home sooner to help you. You were good at hiding it." he smiled as he spoke gently so as not to worsen any potential headache you may have had, and you couldn't help but blush as you graciously accepted the pills and water.

"You don't have to baby me, you know," You tried to sound like you were fine on your own, but your clumsiness as you reached for the pills clearly betrayed you.

Yami chuckled, "I'm just looking after a friend." your relaxed smile faltered for a moment at the word, but you managed to at least finish your water without complaints.

"Just 'friend'?" You asked, passing back the glass. Once again you tried to sound cool and composed, and once again, Yami saw right through it.

"Unless you'd like to be something more," Yami took back your glass and pulled your covers back up to your neck, "But we can discuss that another day, if you'd like. Get some rest— I'll be sleeping in the living room if you need me." You watched as he stood up from your bedside and turned to leave, and in a panic you couldn't help but grab his wrist.

"Stay with me?" You asked, any sense of nonchalance disappearing as you pleaded with your eyes, "Please, Yami." Your grip on him tightened as he weighed his options, still nervous about overstepping.

"Alright," he finally decided, "let me grab my pillow." You squealed with joy before unhanding the poor man, and quickly rolled over to the other side of the bed to make room for him. The moment he got into bed you were lightning fast to return to his arms, which he happily tightened around you as you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

"I know I'm drunk, but I think I still love you." You confessed. You felt his body tense up before relaxing once again, this time with a smile gracing his lips.

"I know I'm drunk, but I think I do, too." He shifted his position to kiss your forehead, and you smiled impossibly wider before cuddling even closer to him, succumbing to sleep in his arms.

Notes: -2,399 words -you guys don't understand this was my imaginary husband as a kid. we were married. you wouldn't get it -cross posted on AO3 and Wattpad! thanks for reading!!

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

Poor Barman Part 4  

~ Runs In The Family ~

~and the Ghost town~

Bartender picks syrups for cocktails.

Danny*appears behind him without sound*: Hello.again.

Barman: Boy, a couple more meetings and I'll think you're my stalker.

Danny: Nothing like that. My parents think that I rarely go out so they dragged me to the supermarket.

Maddie: Danny, where are you? Hello, sir.

~~~

Maddie: Yes, our boy is so shy. In his hometown he always runs away before being attacked by ghosts. Jack and I were so sure that in a new city with high crime Danny would be even more stressed. There are so many dangerous people here.

Barman’s gaze shifts to the innocently blinking boy standing behind. Danny draws a halo above his head by using strange green energy.

Bartender: Really, Mrs.? tell me more 

*remembers yesterday when this “quiet as the mouse grave” boy tried to get into Killer Croc's mouth to inspect his fangs and almost made him write a letter of resignation*

~ and a chip off the old block~

Next night

Bartender: In conclusion, your immensely loving overprotective parents are unaware that you not only got into in a bad company but also rule it.

Danny: Hey, what management are you talking about. At school they don't even trust me to be a DJ.

Boy brings marshmallows on a stick to one of the Red Hood's thugs who immediately pulls out a lighter

Danny: I just love making new friends :D

Danny: Besides, overprotective doesn’t sound very respectful. Don’t say that in front of them. My mom’s name made of "mad" and "die" parts for a reason. She could break Two-face's spine as a light workout. 

Barman: I believe in it.

~ and the last brain cell of the Fenton family ~

Danny *shows the Bartender a photo*: This is my sister Jazz. She wants to be a psychologist. She has the best grades in Amity Park!

The bartender*is happy that there is at least someone adequate in the boy's family*.

Danny: Tomorrow she will come here without me to discuss some publications with Dr. Quinzel. Don't give her any trouble.

Barman: I was wrong

Danny: What?

~~~

Danny: And so, guys, why are you were bad boys?

The holding cells at the Gotham Police Station. 

All criminals are sitting in the opposite corner from the 14-year-old boy.

Police officer: You're listed as an emergency contact for him.

Jazz: And what did he do this time?

Police officer: He placed Mr. Freeze in a strange non-melting ice. Persuade him to releave the villain and Commissioner Gordon will let your brother out. We cannot offer an interrogation. It's a waste of time.

Jazz: Mr.Barman,hello,what are you doing here?

Barman: One of our bouncers sent someone to the hospital so the Boss sent me to pay his bail for him.

Jazz: I see. More importantly, Danny, come here. now. You’re in big trouble, little brother.

Danny *walks through the wall and throws handcuffs on the officer’s desk*.

Barman: You know what, I’ll come back later. I just remembered I left the iron on in the bar. Have a good day.

Danny: See you soon.

Barman: I hope not.

[lesbiandanhowell]

Sam reacts to: Phantasy Mocktails with Daniel and Philippe

- THIS IS SO DOMESTIC I AM SCREAMING

- THEY CALLED IT PHOUSE

- Whole alcohol cupboard is so unlike them, like I know they are adults and don't leave the house so it makes sense but also feels so, not them.

- Love the new corner of the phouse and that I was correct about them having a PC/ office corner in the kitchen I feel so validated. (I literally predicted this months ago from one single clip)

- "Fruity" "Like us" THEM MAKING GAY JOKES WILL ALWAYS MAKE ME HAPPY

- Wait I kind of fuck with elderflower and lavender I would drink that because I love me a slightly sweet but strange cocktail.

- Spicy water sucks HOWEVER in a cocktail it does work I am not opposed to it.

- Vanilla syrup for the cocktail is a no, but in a coffee THAT I approve of thank you Phil. His gay little coffee syrup.

- NOT THE BUTT PLUG JOKE

- Dan being scared of Phil shaking that thing is SOOOO real, he is so right for that because Phil is the type of clumsy to just drop it.

- Don't pour it into the sink?! Drink it mf

- Dan pouring it out for Phil like... he could give done that himself but Dan is very 'doing everything for Phil'.

- "Tastes fully like grandma Phils words not mine" HAHAHA

- Dan's eye crinkles while he stirs the boba? Yeah he is a cutie.

- THEY WHAT. They have dragons that represent them and Dan says they need to breed, feeling normal.

- Dan's drink looks SO good but I am not a fan of the boba, everything else makes me want to order it asap but I hate boba pearls.

- Dan helping Phil literally kills me they are so fond of each other it is violent.

- THE WAY HE PULLED A "here is what I prepared earlier" I FEEL AS BAMBOOZLED AS PHIL

- Fun fact: I own a candy floss machine and it is actually the most brilliant thing to ever own, it is so much fun and the best thing for a party. Phil will fucking adore that machine ones he learns how to use it.

- NOT THE THREESOME JOKES AGAIN. Is it number 4 and counting now?

- I love Dan's weird "wooooo" it makes me laugh so hard every time and I wonder how often he does it in a day.

- "Mine's lovely as fuck" Most Dan compliment ever.

- Dan trying and failing to spin a straw while watching Phil sip his drink is such a gay panic moment.

- Dan shooting Phil with the Boba, sobbing they are kids.

- "Dip and Pips Scaley Sips" I would 10/10 go to that bar unironically.

[arminsumi]

hi sweetie!! how are you? I just wanted to asking if you please write a ¡famous! Armin x reader. You can decide if they already dating or not, as you wish angel. Your stories are spectacular🫶🏻🥹 ilysm<33

you're too sweet aaa 😭💕ty!! i'm good hope u take care too

˗ˏˋ꒰ ⭐ ꒱ STARBOY

░ 🐬 famous!Armin x gn!reader ♪

Your date stood you up at the club, but guess whose bright eyes found you instead?

⚠️Cws; alcohol, partying/clubbing

The flashing lights overhead blinded you as you wove your way through the wild crowd with your best girl. She had been nagging you to come to this club for months, because she desperately wanted for you to meet this somebody that she knew in high school.

"You're gonna love him!" she enthused, sinking another shot. "Always playing cupid, huh?" you sighed in reply, and turned away.

After sinking two vividly-colored cocktails, your friend frowned at her phone. "What's the matter?" you asked. "He said he can't come. Son of a bitch just stood us up like this... and I even – ugh! Never fuckin' mind! Order me another! I'm going to the bathroom, 'be back in a bit." she said, speaking very quickly and heatedly.

She vanished in the sea of faces, the sequins of her dress were outshone by the beaming strobe lights. You squinted greatly again. A young blond took a seat at the bar, but you were too busy updating your group chat on the night.

When you looked up and ordered a margarita for your friend, you must have radiated all your feelings like a furnace; because the blond next to you said something like; "So sour faced, is this not your scene?"

"I'm not – I – I..." you began normally, but when you looked at him, your mind froze and went blank. Empty. Nothing in there, just like the cocktail glass that the bartender swooped up to refill.

That's your favorite silver screen boy. That's Armin Arlert.

God you were nervous. So fucking nervous. You felt your heartbeat in your fingertips.

How could you not have caught that voice immediately? He had such a specific accent; sultry, British, verging on cheeky but still sweet as syrup. His doe blue eyes balanced out that cheekiness. And his hair and style? God damn. The man quite literally had the looks to kill. And just about anyone would surrender to his flirting immediately, like you did – what the hell was happening, you wondered when you responded.

"I got stood up." you told him. "What!" he frowned, "Ah, that's shit, I'm sorry... er, well, mind having drinks with me? My friends are late... 'reckon I'll probably get stood up, too." he laughed. Your heart panged.

Wow, that laugh. That's the laugh that you heard in countless films and interviews. The one that makes you weak in the knees when it's coming through your earphones or phone speaker.

But the effect his voice had on you when it was right next to you, that was indescribable.

"Sure, 'don't mind at all." you replied coolly.

When the margarita was served up, you were so enraptured with Armin's company that you forgot who you ordered it for. By the time your friend came back, you had taken to the dance floor with the starboy.

The heat rose up your body as it moved under the influence of music, alcohol and Armin's subtle flirting. He was so smooth with it, the only way you kept up was because of intoxication boosting your wit and confidence.

No wonder he's a star, you thought as you talked to him more. He has that unidentifiable charm, a magnetism about him that reels your curiosity in like a good film. And god he knew flattery so well. Flirting was a skill he had clearly mastered.

"I've gotta thank you." he spoke into your ear, you felt both the music and your heartbeat thumping in your body. "One, for blessing my eyes tonight. They were sore from searching the crowd." Armin joked. You laughed, utterly enchanted by him. "And also, because, see, I usually end up lonely in the club; even when my friends don't stand my up, haha. Shit gets lonely either way."

A lonely star. Of course, you thought, that's so fitting to him.

"Experiencing loneliness in a crowd." you murmured back, "I get that..." you only vaguely got it, really, but did it matter? All you needed to understand was the general idea, what was more important was that he was openly appreciating your company.

And you were no more than a charming stranger to him.

He excused himself to the bathroom. Your friend was sat at the bar gawking, expecting an explanation from you – she pointed at Armin's vanishing physique in the crowd.

"I... I come back from the bathroom and see you on the dance floor, all wrapped up in the arms of Armin fucking Arlert? Insanity! I love you, I love this – 'nother Margarita please darlin'! – HE WHAT! No way he fucking asked for your number! Don't pull my leg – HE SAID WHAT? Oh, Y/n, go fuckin' get him, snatch him right up. I'll be cheering from here."

You really didn't need to put effort into 'snatching him up' because Armin had his sights set on you for the whole night. Sure, you kindly introduced him to your friend, and his friends arrived unexpectedly; but he was glued to you like he was hungered for a new acquaintance.

"When are you free next weekend?" you asked him boldly. He leaned closer to you, showing you his ear, "Huh?" he asked, so you repeated your question louder over the club noise and music, eyeing out his feather earring. "I'm free any time you are." he winked. He – wait, he what?

[multifandominfj]

A New Beginning: A Supergirl 6x20 Re-Write

Chapter Fourteen: Let The Party Begin

“Okay everyone, they should be on their way.” Kelly announced. “Kara has no idea about any of this, and most of you she hasn’t seen since the wedding.”

“I gotta say, Lena sure knows how to throw a party.” Sara brings Ava a Martini while they wait.

“I loved your proposal, babe, but I’m even going to admit this has the makings of a Hallmark movie proposal. If that Hallmark movie were also based on fanfiction.” Ava commented.

“Those may be unrealistic…” Iris joins them at their table.

“But you have to admit, Kara and Lena are what those couples should be in the movies.” Sam finished Iris’s thought, practically the same thing.

On the far side of the room we’re Barry, Cat and Lois.

“Cat, I’m surprised with your busy schedule, you managed to make it tonight.” Lois brings over a Bourbon on the rocks for Cat.

“When my best reporter and Editor and Chief is getting engaged to the woman who single handedly helped jump start the re-brand of CatCo with her foundation’s feature piece on female run businesses, I made sure to make time.” Cat takes a long sip of her drink.

“Come on, Miss Grant.” Barry gave her a knowing look. Kara had told him many stories about how Cat genuinely cared, she just had her image to upkeep.

“Oh, sweet, innocent, slightly naïve Bartholomew. If I didn’t know any better, you were acting like an alternate universe version of that charming insect man in those comic books movies; who most definitely drank the blood of a vampire to look as good as he does, to get me to reveal how I’m really feeling...”

Lois was the human embodiment of the wide eyed emoji. She was dying to see how this would play out.

“That, my dear human battery charger, is between Kiera and I. But, if it will satisfy the very clear, and annoyingly eager newborn puppy energy radiating off you…I am…beyond happy for the both of them.” Cat chugged the rest of her Bourbon. “Excuse me, I’m going to go take advantage of the open bar.”

Stifling her laughter from not only the reveal of Barry’s full name, but Cat reading him to filth, Lois had a mischievous gleam in her eye. “Bartholomew? Oh, I’m never going to let that go.”

Over by the window in one of the more lounge areas, Nia and Esme were having some girls' time. “Here you go Esme, one Dream Girl.” Nia sets before her a tall glass of a lemon-lime soda, blueberry simple syrup and blue curaçao syrup with a blueberry garnish; the virgin mocktail of her actual drink.

“They gave you your own drink, Aunt Nia?” Esme stared at both in awe. “Have you had one before? I would be bragging about it all the time.” Picking up the drink, she took a big sip to savor.

“It is pretty cool, isn’t it?” Nia gleefully took a sip of her own cocktail as she waited for the verdict from Esme. “So, what do you think?”

“It is the best thing in National City, ever.” Esme giggled. “Do you think Aunt Kara is going to like the surprise?

“Not only do I think your Aunt Kara is going to like the party with all of us here, I think she’s going to like the way your Aunt Lena is going to ask her to marry her.” The plot twist: Lena had texted Nia that day that she had learned “Will you Marry Me?” in Kryptonian to surprise Kara. Just another layer to make the night memorable.

And closer to the doors were J’onn, Ruby, Kelly and Alex. “So Ruby, your mom told me that you managed to get an internship with Lena at her Foundation?” Kelly slides that into their conversation.

“I did!” Ruby loved telling people about her job for two reasons: she wanted to inspire others, and she wanted to make a difference in the world. “For my Business Administration class we had to write a paper on our favorite CEO, and…I actually chose Aunt Lena. I actually brought that as her engagement party present. And, for Aunt Kara I got her a cookbook that has all different kinds of potsticker recipes.”

“I think she just put everyone here to shame when it comes to gifts.” Alex jokingly nudged her shoulder. “But seriously, those are some of the best ideas I’ve heard, and I know they’re going to love them.”

“And I think I speak for everyone not only at this table, but everyone here in general, that this party is the culmination of a long and winding history that has ended with hardly any stress.” Nobody said it, but J’onn had definitely jinxed it.

“Attention everyone!” Brainy had come in from outside, watching for Kara and Lena. “Kara and Lena have landed a block away and there is a 96.4% chance they will see the rest of you if you don’t get to the designated hidden area behind the wall.”

“I guess that's our cue.” Iris starts to lead everybody in that direction.

“That means we better hide too. Kara doesn’t even know we’re here.” Kelly picked up Esme as the immediate family went to a different designated area.

“I think Aunt Kara is going to be speechless, which is a first since she likes to talk a lot.” Esme jokingly burned her family, another Danvers thing she picked up rather quickly.

“I think you might be right, kiddo.” Alex gave Kelly a look as if to say, “She gets that from me, and I apologize in advance.” all while stifling a chuckle.

*Meanwhile outside the door*

“I still can’t believe you managed to get the whole restaurant…just for us.” Kara stared up at the iridescent neon sign above them, before meeting Lena’s gaze once more. “I know I say this all the time, but you’re incredible.”

“You’re worth it, Kara. Always have been.” And as she opened the door, and they both stepped inside in unison…

“SURPRISE!!!!!”

“Oh my god!” Kara’s identifiable cackling through her shock was her sign that she definitely loved the surprise. “How did you get everyone here?” Everyone filed over to give Kara a hug.

“Well, it’s not every day one of your friends decides to not only reveal their identity, but get an entire spread in a magazine as well? We had to come.” Sara’s signature dimples accompanied her to give Kara a hug. “Might I add, those photos…I may be married, but I stand by what I said when we first met.” They both then exchanged a knowing grin.

“Now that everyone is here, I think we can get this party started.” Alex declared throughout the entire room.

“Alex is right.” Kara was already at the center of the dance floor. “Brainy, please tell me you have a good playlist on that computer of yours.”

“Fear not, for I have several that are a 100% chance to have everyone getting down at the gig, as they would say on this Drag Race.”

Nia nods with approval at the use of vocab.

With the push of a button, everyone was immediately having fun. All inhibitions were gone, and the guests were being absolutely ridiculous in the best possible way.

“So what time do you plan on popping the question?” Cat pulled Lena aside before they joined in the fun.

“Before dessert.” Lena quickly answered, having thought to herself she’d hesitate.

“As much as that sounds like something out of an Indie Rom Com, that’s perfect. Especially for Kiera. Cat cracked a rare, unforced smile. And in front of Lena.

“Thank you, Miss Grant.” Lena hung back a bit, just to watch the love of her life, be the absolute goofball she fell for in the first place. And within the next few hours of everyone eating, drinking and dancing the night away, they would all be present for a declaration of love for the ages.

Here is Chapter 14, guys! Sorry I didn’t post it yesterday, I ended up getting busy. Anyways, hope you enjoy. 🤗

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Stealthy Capellan cocktail recipe

(OOC: Pulled this off the CGL forums)

2 tsp Grenadine. French is best. If not availlable, use cherry syrup.

1 Lime - 1 tsp lime juice, 1 full slice.

Champagne, or, if not availlable, prosecco. Dry or extra dry.

1/2 oz of peach brandy

Canned Lychee, 2 full lychees, 1.5 oz of juice

Ice

1) Put ice cubes, grenadine, lime juice, lychee juice and peach brandy into a bar shaker

2) mix well

3) pour through wire sieve into champagne flute

4) top off with champagne

5) stick lime slice and two lychees on a cocktail stick for garnish.

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Drink with me

This is for you, my dear @lordoftherazzles as a heartfelt "Thank you" for all your support of (S)wiped out.

Here is a little update on Bilbo's expansion plans.

I love you! Your friendship means the world to me!!!

Words: 1370

Characters: Thorin x Bilbo

Prompt: Cocktails

Warnings: alcohol consumption, inebriation, sexual innuendo

Thorin was a man on a mission—as he entered the deserted bar after having taken a long, restoring shower in Bilbo's cramped bathroom, he hastily tied his hair up while walking, promptly bumping his elbow into the doorframe.

"If you think that I cannot smell that you've used my shampoo instead of the disgusting, cheap poison you insisted you preferred, you're very much mistaken, Mister," Bilbo chirped teasingly.

Grimacing, Thorin shrugged; he was not about to admit that he liked the way Bilbo's ridiculously expensive shampoo made his wavy hair feel.

Nobody could ever know about that, otherwise, his sister would never let him live such a damnable, petty weakness down.

After all, he had been just fine with his all-in-one soap for most of his adult life—almost, at least.

"Hit me with your best shot," he replied, desperately trying to change the subject. “I mean, cocktail.”

"Maybe you should have a sandwich first?" Bilbo looked at him dubitatively.

A good many select bottles of liquors, juices, syrups, and other ingredients were lined up on the counter of the bar and—as he was nothing if not ambitious when it came to culinary delights—he didn't want to risk Thorin flagging before they had made it through the list of potential brunch cocktails.

"I don't see what's wrong with an honest ale," Thorin said with an innocent gleam in his eyes.

The fact that he utterly adored the creative drinks his beloved had come up with for their movie nights was another well-guarded secret of his.

Knowing with absolute certainty that nothing distracted and challenged Bilbo more than having his plans cavalierly dismissed—even in jest—Thorin wisely played that card rather than having to beg for a drink.

"You'll see, you uncouth, uncivilised, ignorant loudmouth!"

Even as he suppressed a grin, Thorin took his usual spot at the bar—the third stool from the left corner of the counter—and blew a strand of flyaway hair out of his face while waiting for the first part of their experiment.

Bilbo started measuring, pouring, crushing, and swirling fervently.

When Thorin whipped out his notebook though, his head flew up and his eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"What is that?" he asked warily.

"I made a list," Thorin answered with a provocative smirk and tapped his broad index against the open page. "Presentation, fruitiness, acidity, balance, colour, composition, and that je-ne-sais-quoi that would make the drink extraordinary."

Gasping and gaping, Bilbo glared at Thorin who reached over the counter to grab his hand and breathe a devoted kiss onto the back of it.

"I am taking my role as trusted taster of your unparalleled genius very seriously, my darling," he purred, eyeing the half-full glass longingly.

As a matter of principle, Thorin had decided not to follow the making of the cocktail in too much detail so as to not falsify his assessment by building up expectations and random criteria.

Why did half of those drinks have to have names that were in no way related to their flavour profile anyway?

Finally, Bilbo set down a tiny glass in front of Thorin and—holding his gaze testily—he let a small paper umbrella drop into it.

"Ey!" Thorin exclaimed. "If you are stingy with the drinks, at least don't waste a single drop with stunts like that!"

Then, reciprocating Bilbo's unrelenting glare, he wrote down in big, bold letters "No cocktail napkin" in the presentation column.

"Mahal's stony balls! Drink and shut up!" Bilbo groaned, flinching a little when he realised that he had started to emulate Thorin's colourful and utterly irreverent way of cursing.

Rolling his eyes in a thinly veiled attempt at pretending to be merely doing his boyfriend a favour, Thorin took a tiny sip.

An obscene moan of delight escaped him—the mere drop of liquid seemed to melt and expand on his tongue, exploding into an oasis of zesty freshness interlaced with accents of mellow sweetness that was devoid of the disheartening stickiness of artificial sweeteners.

"Do I detect a floral note?" he asked eagerly; the question made Bilbo's brows furrow and travel up his forehead in astonishment.

"I've added some of Primula's flower syrup—a secret family formula she won't even share with me," Bilbo confessed, excessively impressed and charmed by the refined palate Thorin had developed in the course of their relationship.

"That is a solid summer drink," Thorin praised, "something for sweltering evenings to sip on while having a discussion with friends."

Bilbo nodded; this was exactly what he had had in mind when designing this specific beverage.

They made their way through several other recipes as the evening progressed and the light faded—Thorin complimented each and every one of them and, once or twice, he even gave Bilbo invaluable and pertinent input on what notes were missing.

"I think," he mumbled now, regretting his decision to refuse the sandwich that had been offered earlier as his vision began to grow ever so slightly blurry at the edges, "this could do with a dash of cinnamon or cardamon to balance out the heaviness of the cream, don't you think?"

Tapping a sugar-coated finger against his lips, Bilbo snatched Thorin's glass from his numb fingers and took a swig himself.

"You...by Yavanna's green grace, you are absolutely right," he cheered and thumbed through his notes to jot down a reminder in the margin.

"I also think," Thorin slurred, "that I deserve free cocktails—for life—in exchange for my help!"

Smiling fondly, Bilbo came around the counter and slung his arm around the strong back of his partner in love, in crime, and in life.

"Forever," he whispered and pressed a loving kiss against that cherished temple behind which so many marvellous ideas had sprung to life. "What would I do without you?"

"Drink alone," Thorin giggled and turned his unfocused, pleading eyes onto his favourite face in the world.

"On that matter, can I have a full drink?"

"I think you've had quite enough," Bilbo mused and, finding himself unable to resist the surge of almost desperate tenderness and love he felt for this man, he gave Thorin another resounding kiss.

Humming happily, Thorin rummaged through his pockets and slammed his car keys on the counter.

"One more," he begged, "one full drink and then, I promise, I shall let you take me to bed and tuck me in!"

Chuckling to himself, Bilbo returned to his workstation, wriggling a warning finger.

"One," he insisted, "and we'll share it. This one is called 'The Heart of the Mountain', and it is dedicated to you, my sweet."

It was only the leaden fatigue weighing down his limbs that kept Thorin from bobbing up and down on his chair like an impatient toddler while Bilbo fussed with his elaborate recipe for a good while.

"Give!" Thorin demanded, making entirely undignified grabby hands at the tall, beautifully decorated glass in Bilbo's hands.

Long forgotten were his misgivings as he let his tongue wipe up a bit of the sugar covering the rim of the oblong drinking vessel—it tasted like blueberry, his favourite, and a beatific smile spread across his face. 

As he took the first deep gulp, the fragrant warmth of spiced rum intermingled with the sharp crispness of something cool and minty inundated his palate and his lids shivered with raw sensual pleasure.

Fire and strength unfolded on his tongue, expanding into a complex flavour profile that spelt out more than just naïve love or hopeful affection.

This was a testament to the true understanding Bilbo had of Thorin's nature and a proof of his own courage.

Many would have quailed to take on such a potentially overpowering mix of strong flavours, but not Bilbo.

He had seen and processed all the seemingly contradictory facets of the man slumping in his chair across the bar and had woven them into something truly delicious.

"How does it taste?" Bilbo asked in a tone that made it very clear that he did not doubt this drink in the least.

"Like love," Thorin replied, "and I am honoured to share this drink with you. What say you, should we take it up and finish it in bed?"

@fellowshipofthefics here we go. This concludes Week 3.

I can't wait for the last week! This was such immense fun!!!

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The Big Nancy Roundup

Apologies for the delay in posting - I recently traveled to Nancy, France for work and hadn't had time to write up about the food experiences I'd had since my last blog entry. Here's a quick summary of what I've had recently to the best of my memory:

JD Wetherspoon, The Bank Statement (Swansea, Wales)

I had heard a lot about the Spoons breakfast from friends, but never got around to trying it - that was rectified in anticipation of my day out at the Big Queer Picnic in Cardiff. I found their breakfast muffin quite generous and filling considering how cheap it was, and it was very tasty. The unlimited hot chocolate that came with it was also delicious (and clearly made with milk and not water!). The breakfast is simple and no-frills, as you would expect with Spoons, but the value simply can't be beat here.

No Sign Wine Bar (Swansea, Wales)

My friends and I had dinner and drinks at the No Sign Wine Bar in the Swansea city centre, and I had the Summer Punch (a delightfully fruity cocktail with Midori and a blend of juices) as well as the chocolate-orange flavoured "alcochoc" (a hot chocolate with Grand Marnier). I'm personally not inclined to finish my dinner with a hot drink but really enjoyed the hot chocolate.

McDonald's (Nancy, France)

I only include my stop at McDonald's here to illustrate how paltry the UK McFlurry is in comparison to the McFlurry in France and America.

Le Capri (Nancy, France)

Without question the culinary highlight of my trip out to Nancy. I thoroughly enjoyed the Apple Sweet cocktail (vodka, raspberry liqueur, pineapple and apple juices, peach syrup, and lime), which was light and refreshing. The steak was very tender, with an interesting chimmichurri sauce as well. The most interesting part of my meal was the dessert - a mirabelle plum-flavoured sorbet. It's quite an unusual taste (at least from my perspective), not quite citrusy but slightly tart. The straight liqueur at the bottom was a surprise!

Brasserie L'Excelsior (Nancy, France)

This was interesting - the main was a grilled leg of lamb, paired with an aubergine topped with mozzarella and tomato. I'm not keen on aubergine, but the lamb was decent. Not my favourite meal from this trip, but I was pleased I got to try specifically-French cuisine. The dessert was excellent, though - Crepes Suzette, flambéed tableside. Very strong orange liqueur flavours, so not for those averse to alcoholic tastes, but a real treat to have.

Honey Coffee and Food (Nancy, France)

I had to cap off my trip to France with a sample of the French toast. Probably my least favourite meal, though, as it was far too sweet for my taste buds. The spiced hot chocolate was very sumptuous, however (and the signature on the foam was a nice touch).

Lefevre Limoine (Nancy, France)

A few souvenirs as well - the unexpected hit here is the Bergamottes de Nancy, a citrus-flavoured hard candy that originates from the region. My friend describes the taste as "perfumey", which is strangely apt. It's grown on me quite a bit.

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Stirred in time

The martini cocktail, a symbol of sophistication and glamour, has a rich and complex history with several competing origin stories. Let's delve into the evolution of this iconic drink.

Origins:

The martini is widely believed to have evolved from the Martinez cocktail, which featured Old Tom gin, sweet vermouth, maraschino liqueur, and bitters. The first known published recipe for the Martinez appeared in 1884 .

In 1888, Harry Johnson's Bartender's Manual published the first recipe labeled a "Martini Cocktail." This version included Old Tom gin, sweet vermouth, orange curaçao, gum syrup, bitters, and a lemon twist. Over time, the martini evolved, shedding its sweeteners like curaçao and gum syrup to become a drier, more refined drink .

Another theory suggests that the martini descended from the Marguerite cocktail, named after a brand of French vermouth used to make it. The earliest known Marguerite recipe also dates back to the 1880s .

Rise in Popularity

The martini rose to prominence during the Gilded Age (1880-1900) and maintained its status as a staple cocktail through the mid-20th century. Even during Prohibition (1920-1933), when legal liquor was scarce, the martini's popularity persisted thanks to homemade "bathtub" gin .

During World War II, as vermouth became harder to obtain, the amount used in martinis decreased, resulting in a drier drink focused more on gin. This "dry" martini style was championed by notable figures such as Winston Churchill and Ernest Hemingway .

Cultural Impact

The martini became deeply ingrained in popular culture, famously known as the drink of choice for the fictional British spy James Bond. The iconic "shaken, not stirred" line was first uttered on screen in the 1964 film Goldfinger .

While purists consider the gin martini the classic version, the vodka martini also gained popularity, along with numerous modern variations such as the dirty martini (with olive brine), espresso martini, and appletini .

After a decline in the 1960s and 70s, the martini saw a resurgence in the 1990s and 2000s as "retro" culture became fashionable again .

Conclusion

The martini's journey from its 19th-century origins to its status as a cultural icon reflects its timeless appeal and adaptability. Whether you prefer it with gin or vodka, dry or dirty, the martini remains a symbol of elegance and sophistication, celebrated by cocktail enthusiasts around the world.

Evolution of the Martini

The martini is a classic cocktail with a rich and storied history, with various styles and variations emerging over time. Here's an overview of the martini's evolution and some notable variations.

Early Martinis

Early martini recipes were sweeter, often made with equal parts gin and sweet vermouth, along with modifiers like bitters, curaçao, and gum syrup. During the Gilded Age (1880-1900), the martini rose in popularity, and stronger versions with more gin emerged.

Dry Martini

As the 20th century progressed, tastes shifted toward drier martinis with less vermouth. The "Dry Martini" became popular, with ratios ranging from 5:1 to 8:1 parts gin to vermouth. Famous figures like Winston Churchill and the fictional James Bond helped popularize the very dry martini.

Gibson Martini

The Gibson is a variation of the martini garnished with a cocktail onion instead of an olive or lemon twist. It's believed to have originated in the late 19th century, possibly named after Charles Dana Gibson, the illustrator who popularized the "Gibson Girl" drawings.[2]

Wet Martini

As a counterpoint to the Dry Martini, the Wet Martini uses a higher ratio of vermouth to gin, often 2:1, harking back to the martini's earlier, sweeter roots. It fell out of fashion for a time but has seen a resurgence in recent years.

Dukes Martini

In the 1980s, bartender Salvatore Calabrese at Dukes Bar in London earned acclaim for his expertly crafted Dry Martinis, which were declared "the best Martini in England" by travel writer Stanton Delaplane. Calabrese's technique involved chilling the glass and using a kiss of dry vermouth with ice-cold gin and a lemon twist.

Modern Martini Innovations

In recent decades, bartenders have experimented with new martini variations, such as the Dirty Martini (with olive brine), the Breakfast Martini (with orange marmalade and Earl Grey tea), and miniature "one-sip" martinis. Techniques like tableside martini trolley service have also emerged, allowing for personalized martini experiences.

The martini's enduring popularity and versatility have led to a wide range of styles and interpretations over the decades, from sweet to bone-dry, garnished with olives, lemon twists, or cocktail onions, and served in various proportions and innovative presentations.

Recipes

Dry Martini (6:1 ratio):

Mix 60 ml of gin and 10 ml of dry vermouth. Stir the ingredients with ice, then strain into a chilled martini glass. Garnish with a lemon twist or three olives.

Gibson Martini (6:1 ratio):

Mix 60 ml of gin and 10 ml of dry vermouth. Stir the ingredients with ice, then strain into a chilled martini glass. Garnish with a cocktail onion.

Dirty Martini (12:1:1 ratio):

Mix 60 ml of gin, 5 ml of dry vermouth, and 5 ml of olive brine. Stir the ingredients with ice, then strain into a chilled martini glass. Garnish with three olives. If you like your martinis extra dirty, add one or two extra barspoons (2.5 ml each) of olive brine or more if you feeling brave

Churchill Martini (1:0 ratio):

Chill a martini glass. Glance at a bottle of vermouth, fill the glass with chilled gin, and garnish with a lemon twist.

Wet Martini (1:1 ratio):

Mix 35 ml of gin with 35 ml of vermouth. Stir the ingredients with ice, then strain into a chilled martini glass. Garnish with a lemon twist or three olives.

Vespa Martini

Mix 40 ml of gin, 20 ml of vodka, and 10 ml of Lillet blanc (or another aperitif wine). Stir the ingredients with ice, then strain into a chilled martini glass. Garnish with a lemon twist. This martini can also be shaken if preferred.

Tips:

Chill your glass in the freezer instead of using ice and water.

Keep your mixing glass (the vessel in which you build and stir your martini) in the freezer for better control over dilution and chilling. This allows more time to stir and chill your martini without over diluting it.

For all martini variations you have the option to shake or stir, however its recommended to stir as oppose to shake.

If you have the time, consider batching up a bottle of your preferred martini ratio and storing it in the freezer.

Example: Recipe for Scaling Up a Martini Mix to 1 Litre

Ingredients:

818 ml of gin

136 ml of dry vermouth

46 ml of water

Instructions:

Measure out 818 ml of gin.

Measure out 136 ml of dry vermouth.

Measure out 46 ml of water.

Combine all the ingredients in a large container.

Mix well until everything is fully combined.

This batch yields approximately 9.5 servings of 75 ml each, for a total of approximately 1 litre of martini mix.

If your martinis are coming out a different size, remember to adjust the ratios to fit the glass in which you are serving your martini.

Maintain the same ratios for whichever martini you'd like to enjoy.

For the dilution of each martini in a batch mix, add 5 ml per martini serve.

All the recipes stated here are my suggestions on what to serve and how to prepare them. Everyone has their recipes and should enjoy the drinks they enjoy, at the end of the day if you are drinking it you should enjoy it. Play around with the different recipes and see what you like and don’t like, who knows you may find your new favourite drink?

There is no “right or wrong” way to make a drink just a better way, this blog aims to help making better drink easier

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Mayami Wynwood: A Premier Cocktail Bar Restaurant in Wynwood

Nestled in the heart of Wynwood, where creativity thrives and artistry flourishes, lies Mayami Wynwood – a culinary gem that transcends the ordinary and redefines the cocktail bar dining experience. As one of the premier cocktail bar restaurants in Wynwood, Mayami Wynwood invites you to embark on a journey of flavor, innovation, and indulgence, where every sip tells a story and every moment is infused with excitement.

Crafted Cocktails: A Symphony of Flavors

At Mayami Wynwood, we believe that crafting the perfect cocktail is an art form – a delicate balance of flavors, textures, and aromas that come together to create an unforgettable sensory experience. Our talented mixologists are masters of their craft, blending premium spirits, fresh ingredients, and house-made syrups to craft cocktails that are as delicious as they are inventive. From classic concoctions with a modern twist to signature creations that push the boundaries of mixology, our drink menu is a symphony of flavors waiting to be explored.

Immersive Atmosphere: Where Art Meets Libation

Step into Mayami Wynwood and be transported into a world where art meets libation, where every corner tells a story and every sip ignites the imagination. Our restaurant is a celebration of Wynwood's vibrant spirit, with eclectic décor inspired by the neighborhood's famous street art and a lively ambiance that pulses with energy and excitement. Whether you're savoring a craft cocktail at the bar or enjoying a leisurely dinner with friends, every moment at Mayami Wynwood is an immersive experience that delights the senses and inspires the soul.

Live Music and Entertainment: Elevating the Experience

As the sun sets over Wynwood, the excitement at Mayami Wynwood only continues to grow with live music performances, Mayami Wynwood special events and DJ sets that add to the ambiance and elevate the experience. From soulful jazz to upbeat Latin rhythms, our lineup of talented musicians and performers ensures that there's always something new and exciting happening at Mayami Wynwood. Whether you're dancing the night away or simply enjoying the music with a cocktail in hand, our live entertainment promises to make your visit truly unforgettable.

Plan Your Visit: A Culinary Adventure Awaits

Ready to experience the best of Wynwood's cocktail bar restaurants? Join us at Mayami Wynwood and embark on a culinary adventure that will tantalize your taste buds, ignite your senses, and leave you craving more. Whether you're a cocktail connoisseur or simply looking for a night out on the town, Mayami Wynwood offers the perfect setting for any occasion. Come see why we're one of the premier destinations in Wynwood's thriving cocktail bar scene – we can't wait to welcome you!

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White Christmas Margarita !

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Garnish:

8 tablespoon dried unsweetened shredded coconut

4 sprig fresh rosemary

20-32 cranberries

Cocktail:

4 ounce lime juice (from about 1 fresh lime)

4 ounce cream of coconut (shake well before using)

2 ounce Cointreau (or other triple sec liqueur)

8 ounces tequila blanco

4 bar spoon vanilla vodka (optional)

Instructions:

Garnish:

Cut a lime in half and use it to wet the rim of your serving glass. (Or, use water or some cream of coconut syrup if you are not using a fresh lime.)

Dip the wet rim into the shredded coconut, turning the glass so that the entire rim is covered. Set the glass aside.

Wash and dry a rosemary sprig and cranberries, and set them aside while you make the drink.

Cocktail:

Add the lime juice, cream of coconut, Cointreau, tequila, and vanilla vodka to a cocktail shaker.

Fill the shaker with ice, seal it up and shake for 15-20 seconds.

Fill the serving glass with fresh ice and strain the drink into the glass.

Add the cranberries to the glass. Lightly tap the rosemary against your palm, add it the glass, and serve.

Notes:

Make sure to shake the cream of coconut well before measuring it out.

The coconut in this drink will tend to separate out of the mixture within 5 to 10 minutes, so it's best enjoyed just after shaking and straining. But, you can also just stir it up again and it will still be good!

Courtesy: Limoncello Kitchen

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Drink for a drink? I have a blueberry basil lemonade mocktail, made with blueberries and basil I grew myself. Best enjoyed sitting cross legged on uneven, bluestone tiles with fireflies and hanging lights above you, vegetables seasoned just the way you like them sizzling on the grill, and a gibbous moon just starting its ascent into the sky.

Half part pineapple rum, One part coconut rum, one part simple syrup, squeeze of lemon. Shake with ice, pour into a chilled copper mug and fill with hibiscus ginger beer.

I call it a Hawaiian Jackass because it isn't a mule and it feels like the sort of thing a racist white woman on honeymoon would pay exorbitant amounts of money for at the preppy four star hotel cocktail bar.