T H E  T A S T E… bubbly orange juice with a kick. This is the drink you have when you want to get a little nice before an appropriate drinking hour. But don’t get it twisted, you can get drunk off this shit, even with that OJ present. You see, they add the orange juice as a way to make it seem like a breakfast drink. But the avid Mimosa drinker knows what’s up. This drink is like class in a glass with a side of sass. Responsibility mixed with excitement. It’s the undercover delight on the drink menu that’s a bit toned down… but not toned down enough to be dry or boring. It’s liquid balance with equal parts alcohol and juice. But let’s not forget, there’s champagne in that glass and we all know that champagne is all about a good time despite being coupled up with citrus.

TITLE: M I M O S A

(A vignette from the Drinks On Me Series)

The caress of his hand moving along my outer thigh made my eyes peel open. It was barely morning. The sun not yet risen. Hints of mimosa remained on my tongue hours after I enjoyed two glasses of it at an untraditional hour last night. We chose to stay in and skip the holiday party the night before. Our little date night at home that almost ended in us making another baby.

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T H E  T A S T E… a Screwdriver is not a “vanilla” drink although if you’ve tasted it enough times, you can spot hints of the flavor married in the taste. Because of the mix of orange juice and vodka, Screwdrivers are smooth going down and has a tinge of spice in the aftertaste. When you take your first sip, chances are you’ll screw your face up at the taste. You can’t help it. The vodka is potent and although it is hidden a bit by the orange juice, it does little to keep you from having this reaction. This drink is not like it’s more acceptable drink sister, Mimosa. Though it’s fruity, it isn’t bubbly. Nor does it care to be. It’s got bite. Liquid sass. A Screwdriver is a simple drink, an easy sip. All it takes is you having it once (a good mix at least) for you to want it all the time.

TITLE: S C R E W D R I V E R

(A vignette from the Drinks On Me Series)

I pressed my mouth against his and tasted the vodka on his lips. The stubble of his beard tickled my chin and sent a charge between my thighs.

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T H E  T A S T E… when sugar meets spice. Both drinks on their own are satisfying. One quenches thirsts while the other facilitates illicit behavior. One is exotic while the other is a classic. You’ll either like the taste of a Rum & Coke or you’ll hate it, there really is no in between. It’s smooth and an easy order which is probably why it’s a popular choice at the bar. You know what you’re going to get when you request this mix. Comfort in a glass with just the right amount of heat and sweet needed to get you drunk with sense.

TITLE: R U M & C O K E

(A vignette from the Drinks On Me Series)

The cab had barely braked when Jaxson pulled open the door and I nudged him inside the car. The asphalt below my feet if I didn’t know any better slanted downward, uneven, as I stumbled into my seat. Mumbled words from the cabbie’s lips found its way through the Plexiglas separating the backseat from the front. A hazy night at least from my view, with the blur of Christmas lights glowing through the frosted back windows.

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T H E  T A S T E… sweet but still bold. Cherry Wine is considered to be rare and hard to find since it’s difficult to locate a bottle where many wines are sold. This type of wine can be made dry, semi-dry, or sweet… but often it’s on the sweet side. It’s said to be for amateurs who aren’t quite accustomed to grape wines. Although this drink is fruit flavored, it still has its kick. Let’s remember that even though it is sweet, the alcohol is still very there. Sometimes the makers of this wine add extra alcohol to the mix. It just needs to be savored a bit longer for it’s true volume to be detected and that boldness to  emerge.

TITLE: C H E R R Y  W I N E

(A vignette from the Drinks On Me Series)

Was that it?

Damn.

I waited this long for that?

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T H E  T A S T E… like a dream in a glass. It’s not quite a cocktail and not quite wine. It’s a lovely combination of both… much like a fantasy is to the actual act. A comfortable middle that’s a favorite amongst a certain gender. Consisting of fruit, Sangrias are a sweet take on vino. It takes someone creative to mix together a pitcher of Sangria that’ll make those who drink it crave seconds.

TITLE: S A N G R I A

(A vignette from the Drinks On Me Series)

Josiah.

His lips were what hooked me. Full, brown with a tint of pink. He wore his expressions on his lips and liked to bite at them in thought. I wondered how they would feel pressed against the curve of my neck. If they were as soft as I assumed. Warm as I anticipated. Curiosity kept my thoughts preoccupied debating if he used that mouth to speak inspiration or to spew black magic.

I hoped the former.

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T H E  T A S T E… an amplified version of black coffee. The next level after you’ve mastered the taste of unaltered coffee beans. Not many people can stand Espresso much less describe the taste. It’s one of those drinks that takes some time to appreciate but when you do become a connoisseur you’ll find the taste to be quite pleasant. By the way, you’re supposed to savor Espresso not gulp it.

TITLE: E S P R E S S O

(A short story from the Drinks On Me Series)

I folded my arms and walked near the edge, leaning forward behind the yellow tape just a little to stare down the dark tunnel. There I stood in the station, on the platform of the express Q-line getting impatient. I knew looking for the train meant nothing, but time was of the essence. And I was out of the safe walls of my home later than usual.

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T H E  T A S T E… tamed heat. Tequila on its own has a smooth and exotic taste.  The effect of it is subdued by the sweetness of orange juice and grenadine that is added to give this drink lots of color and appeal. The addition of sweet does little to mask the presence of tequila though. It’s still there. The tequila is just… well… tamed. It’s a visual refreshment. One of those drinks that attracts you to it before you can put a name to it. A tease even before it touches your lips.

TITLE: T E Q U I L A  S U N R I S E

(A vignette from the Drinks On Me Series)

Two months, five days, and six hours, until I became Mrs. Carter.

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T H E  T A S T E… definitely not your ordinary Martini. Those with high-brow attitudes look down at the thought of letting a Dirty Martini touch their lips. The dirty secret behind a Dirty Martini is that the unique taste is achieved from adding olive juice, giving this drink a brine taste. It hides the presence of alcohol and delivers a heathy dose of flavor in an otherwise high-octane drink. What makes Dirty Martinis appealing to most is that it gets you drunk without you having to actually taste the liquor.

TITLE: D I R T Y  M A R T I N I

(A vignette from the Drinks On Me Series)

“Good Evening,” the polite hostess said as she greeted me near the front of the restaurant. Her hand reached for the menus tucked discretely beside the welcome desk.

“How many people are in your party tonight?”

I smiled. “Just me.”

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T H E  T A S T E… fruit punch with bite. The sweetness of Spiked Punch makes some drinkers take for granted how intoxicated they can get messing with it, and just how much control the punch can snatch away… if they aren’t careful. Underestimate its power, and it’ll make you do things you’d never do when sober and in control.

TITLE: S P I K E D  P U N C H

(A vignette from the Drinks On Me Series)

I mustered up the energy needed to push my boss Cash down on to his office couch. I’d been waiting all day to do this. Have him under my control for once.

My spell.

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T H E  T A S T E… wine brewed with spices. Popularly known as Mulled wine, this type of wine is served hot or warm. In short, it’s wine with an attitude. A drink that combines sweet with heat and isn’t what you’d expect something “sophisticated” like wine to taste like.

TITLE: S P I C E D  W I N E

(A vignette from the Drinks On Me Series)

The crackle of fire slow dancing over charred logs filled the quiet space when we collapsed beside each other. Our chests moved in sync, us both fighting to pull in air.

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