Chapter 758
Chapter 758 Episode 037 Damn, That’s Too Cool (3)
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She had hardly merged into the crowd when a waiter came over, bowing politely to her.
He carried a platter in one hand, and on it was a goblet filled with a green cocktail.
Grasshopper.
A green grasshopper.
A cocktail for women, naturally not as intense as the previous Earthquake.
"I didn’t order this."
Raising her eyebrows, Flossie Wright looked at him without any reaction, her eyes filled with calmness and serenity.
The waiter responded with a slight smile, full of politeness, "Our bartender sent this over."
She glanced towards the bar and her eyes intersected with the gaze of the bartender, who was looking her way. He nodded at her, his eyes sparkling with interest.
Puzzled, Flossie gave a crooked smile, turned her body slightly, then spoke to the waiter in a gentle tone, "Well, thank you."
Once she finished speaking, she lifted her hand, cradling the stem of the goblet, and brought it to her.
Looking at the bartender, Flossie narrowed her eyes, tipping the goblet in his direction, then brought it to her lips for a sip.
The Grasshopper’s recipe includes light cream, peppermint liqueur, and white cocoa liqueur. The taste is smooth and the chilled cocktail carries a sense of coolness.
It seemed the bartender was quite inventive, replacing the light cream with vodka, making the drink much stronger.
Of course, he also added some other secret ingredients.
Flossie chuckled.
Once again locking eyes with the bartender, she lustfully chuckled, different colors of light flashed through her eyes, making her look even more mysterious and unpredictable.
She turned around.
Flossie began to walk towards the crowd.
As she left, the waiter and the bartender exchanged grins, their unspoken understanding clear.
The patrons of the pub were a wild and rowdy bunch.
But, that was normal.
After all, they were high on drugs.
Near a corner that was relatively quieter, Flossie sat on a sofa, listening to the music from the pub’s live singer, a goblet of Grasshopper in her hand.
She seemed relaxed and laid-back.
She took a small sip, and the goblet was emptied, the drink finished.
"Damn, Flossie, you didn’t drink all that, did you?!"
Marcel Smith, who had just managed to escape from some woman clinging to him, had barely come over to her when he saw the empty goblet in Flossie’s hand and burst out with an expletive.
Flossie looked at him.
Seeing that she hadn’t reacted, Marcel’s face suddenly turned grave as he began to scold her, "Are you stupid? No one has ever taught you that there’s no such thing as a free lunch?"
Marcel had just come out with his new girlfriend and noticed Flossie picking up the Grasshopper. Thinking that a woman of her status wouldn’t be so foolish, he sent his girlfriend away and came over to check on her, only to find...
A stupid woman will always be stupid!
No matter how many years pass, she will never become smarter!
"What is it?"
Flossie raised an eyebrow, indifferent.
"Fuck!" Marcel snatched the goblet from Flossie’s hand and slammed it onto a nearby table, "Don’t tell me you have no idea what kind of place this is!"
She looked at him with narrowed eyes.
"You’re not..."
Marcel was about to reveal Flossie’s identity, but the next second, he felt a cold warning glare from her.
"Fine," he grabbed his hair in irritation and took Flossie by the wrist, "Come with me!"
— End of Chapter 758 —