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techmomma · 3 years

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So! You not really an alcohol drinker, or maybe you don’t like the stuff, but you’re out somewhere and trying to decide how to have some and not absolutely hate your drink either. Maybe you’d like to actually enjoy the taste of your drink! Even if you’re not looking to get drunk or even tipsy. Maybe you’re just social drinking once in a blue moon.

But being a newbie, or having only had terrible-tasting alcohol, you have NO idea what to get. Steph is here to help for newbies! Or people who don’t give a damn and just want to have a nice drink that actually tastes good for once, and not in a “oh this very bitter and tart wine is so sweet” way. I am myself now very sensitive to alcohol as a flavor, so the majority of these have Steph’s seal of “shouldn’t taste like trying to stomach down cold medicine and should actually be tasty to normal people who don’t drink alcohol”.

Please note to use this advice responsibly. This is not to help you get drunk, only to help you find a drink you probably won’t have to gag down and can thus enjoy the rest of your night if you’re choosing to partake in alcohol. Imbibing alcohol is a responsibility, and not one to take lightly.

“Girly drinks” are your friends. If you’re young or you don’t drink very much, your tastebuds are probably going to be oriented more toward sweet flavors and less toward bitter flavors. You’re looking for high sugar content baby. (And if you ARE looking to get drunk, this will get you drunk much faster than a whiskey, no matter what your hillbilly uncle says otherwise. that is the entire point of “girly drinks.”)

Most bars, pubs, restaurants and other places often have house drinks or cocktails in their drink menu that they make most often. You’re looking for drinks with ingredients like sweet fruits, like cherries, apricots, watermelon, mango, blue raspberry, lemonade, or novelty things like chocolate or butterscotch or cake or whatever. If anything, just ask the bartender or server if they’re not busy! The bartender will for sure know if it’s sweet, and can probably point you in the right direction if you tell them the flavors you usually like, or what you’re looking for. Yes, you’ll look like a newbie. That’s not the point. The point is to get a drink you’re not gonna gag on and that’s the price you pay.

Only somewhat related, but if you’ve never ordered drinks from a place with a bar, they’ll ask if you want to put it on a tab. That just means, “Do you want me to keep your order open so you can add more drinks later, or is this a one-time deal?” They’ll probably ask for a name then. If your friend’s paying, you give their name.

Typically, stay away from beer. Some rare people enjoy the taste of beer from the start, most do not. If you smell a glass and it smells putrid, steer clear of it. You ain’t gonna like it no matter what you put in it.

Most wines will also not be your friend. To those who do not regularly drink wine, it’s going to be impossibly bitter and feel like it’s drying your throat out despite being a liquid. (That’s the “dry” quality they talk about.)

On the contrary, however, wine spritzers, mixers, and punches? Those are your FRIENDS. These are legit going to taste like juice or soda or punch. They also tend to be lighter on alcoholic content (hence why commonly used for parties), and big on sugar. Spritzers are wine and soda, mixers are wine and some kind of liquor (usually a very sweet or fruity kind like a lemon or strawberry vodka), and wine punches can be as sweet or sour or fruity or tropical as you want. You’ll usually see them referred to as white or red sangrias.

Note: this is sort of why these can actually be MORE dangerous than like having straight-up liquor. These types of drinks with low alcohol and heavy sugar make it very, very easy to drink a lot of them, and have some extra surprise drunk times sneak up on you later because you drank more than you realized.

My rule for safe drinking? One drink per hour, follow with water. You will typically not get more than buzzed, and will stay sufficiently hydrated.

Spritzers, mixers, and punches are part of a larger group called cocktails. Cocktails being just “non-alcoholic drink + alcohol of some kind.” Rum and coke? Cocktail. Bellini? Cocktail.

Champagne cocktails are very often sweet, bubbly drinks. They are Steph’s fave for a reason. Mimosas are perhaps the most famous champagne cocktail. Those are made with orange juice and champagne. Can be surprisingly potent.

When getting cocktails with liquors/spirits, like vodka, rum, and so forth, you will want to stay away from particular ones that are known for very bitter tastes and hard kicks. A bunch also uh, in general taste like the inside of a barrel.

Typically, whiskey, gin, and tequilas are going to be very bitter and gross, and overpower whatever they’re put in. If you like really sour though, tequila goes well with margaritas, which are a lime drink that mostly covers the tequila taste.

Vodka and Rum are typically going to be stomached better, vodka usually being the easiest of all. Both tend to mix well with fruity girly drinks, the kind you’re looking for. Very potent, so imbibe carefully. In most drinks though, you’re still going to get that “cold medicine aftertaste” that clears your sinuses and sometimes it’s just too powerful for the drink. You can usually smell these pretty strongly before you actually drink, and that’ll give you a pretty good idea of the burn you’re gonna feel in a moment. Both are also good in sweet minty drinks, if you like those.

Surprisingly good drink for newbies: mead. It can be a little difficult to get a hold of, but it’s getting more popular. It’s made from honey, so it’s gonna be sweet usually by default. Peach mead? Hell yeah. Peach and honey taste.

Absinthe is actually very tasty, and no it will not make you hallucinate. It actually tastes a lot like licorice candy. Comes in fun colors, and with a sugar cube you dissolve into it on a special spoon. VERY hard to get in the US though, only a few bars sell it as a drink. Like I think it’s literally just a handful of bars across the entire fifty states that have absinthe and absinthe cocktails. If you’ve already tasted Jaegermeister, it tastes like that. I wouldn’t call it a newbie drink, but imo you’ll still enjoy your drink if George just feel like being special today.

Hard ciders have also been hailed as great for newbies, and usually very sweet. They’ve always been hit or miss with me; sometimes, yeah, they’re delicious, and other times they just taste like vaguely-fruity beer. Which is not great.

Beer, to me, tastes like old socks. So y’know, vaguely fruity old socks.

Stay away from most shots. This is usually pure liquor, and it is not pleasant. Especially if you have a small mouth like mine and sometimes can’t do shots in one go. Exceptions are novelty mixers, like those weird cake shots.

Cake-flavored vodka is not as good as you think it sounds.

So here’s some drinks that, as someone who’s tasted a bunch, I can tell you they’ll probably be easier to stomach. Some I actually enjoy as drinks.

Rumchata is horchata with rum in it, so a milky, cinnamon-y kind of drink. Good for newbies.

Kahlua & cream: coffee and cream drink

Mudslide: coffee and cream and irish liqueur; honestly best as a mudslide milkshake. holy shit. that’s heaven.

Bourbon milkshake: honestly if any place sells milkshakes and has a bar, you can ask to get a shot of bourbon added to your milkshake. VERY yummy flavor pair, especially vanilla milkshakes with bourbon.

White russian: kahlua and cream and add vodka

Red russian: vodka with cherry liquor

Dirty Shirley: grenadine (if this is listed as an ingredient that usually means a very sweet drink), soda, maraschino cherries, vodka

Bellini (bars that know what this is are sort of rare, you’ll probably have to explain it): peach juice and champagne

Mimosa: orange juice and champagne (acceptable for breakfast parties!)

Sangria (you usually can’t order this one from bars unless it’s like a special sangria night; this drink is usually found more at parties and social functions): fruit punch + wine + soda if the hosts are younger

Strawberry lemonade vodka: strawberry lemonade and vodka

Malibu cocktail: rum (usually Malibu Rum, hence the name), cranberry juice, pineapple juice.

Blue hawaiian: coconut creme liqueur, pineapple juice, white rum, blue curacao (blue-colored orange liqueur; it’s very fun to mix and also usually means a very sweet drink).

Mojito: rum, soda, lime juice, mint

Mai tai: pineapple juice, lime juice, orange juice, grenadine, white and dark rum

Lemon drop martini: vodka, triple sec (another orange liqueur), sugar and fresh lemon juice

Pina Colada: blended slushy drink made with creme de coconut, rum, and ice

Chocolate martinis: irish cream liqueur, chocolate liqueur, and vodka

Frozen daiquiris: slushy frozen drinks made with fruit juice and rum

Irish coffee: the one place where you actually might enjoy whiskey for those who don’t like it. It’s just that: coffee and usually a whiskey liqueur, like baileys. Creamy, warm, good for cold nights.

Peppermint schnapps hot chocolate: hot chocolate with a peppermint zip. If making yourself, make a big mug first and only add like a capful of peppermint schnapps, it can very easily overpower the chocolate taste. Also creamy and yummy for cold nights.

Hot buttered rum: an intensive recipe, but a very yummy, creamy, warm, butterscotchy drink that you stick a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top of. Hard to get tastier than that. I’m very certain Butterbeer was originally based off of this.

There were a bunch of drinks that are typically considered “girly” for high sugar contents, but having had them before, they were just not sweet. Martinis are usually very dry and bitter no matter the fruit, long island iced teas only taste good if you like iced tea, cosmopolitans (cosmos) are heavy on the vodka flavor, as are watermelon vodkas and alcohol-infused watermelons, and a number of colorful, blended ice drinks that are usually listed are heavy on the alcohol burn, enough to drown out the flavor.

Hope this was helpful! Remember, yes, you might look like a newbie, but the bartender wants to help you find a drink just for you! Ask them questions (when they’re not busy), and they can totally help you out (most just like to help, but at the very least, helping you might mean some extra money at the end of the night). And if they’re real nice they might give you little samples so that you can have a taste for yourself before buying the whole drink.

#alcohol

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spoileralertitsme · 4 years

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Here’s my part of the collab with @codenamed-queenie and @pauimaginart

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“There’s no way,” Dick said with a cynical shake of his head.

Jason clicked his tongue and leaned back in his chair, letting his arms and legs stretch out obnoxiously. It was hard for Dick to remember seeing him more...’smug’...than he was at this moment, but he was sure it’d happened.

“That’s the kinda attitude I ‘preciate,” he slurred, with a raise of his wine glass. Instead of merlot, though, Jason had filled it to the brim with the vodka he’d smuggled in here in a hidden flask. Dick wasn’t sure why he was surprised. “Cause it means I’m ‘bout to be fifty bucks richer.”

“Jay,” Dick deadpanned.

“Fifty bucks is a lot.”

“Jay.”

He huffed, nursing his vodka glass a little closer to his chest. “Yeah, well, Daddy Warbucks just cut me off, okay?”

Dick raised his eyebrows, stunned. “I didn’t--”

“Yeah, well, somebody’s not getting a tie for father’s day this year. Let’s just leave it at that.” Jason sat up, and leaned over the table, elbows balanced precariously on the edge. “Back to the matter at hand? He can too sing.”

“You haven’t heard him in the shower.”

“As a matter of fact, I have,” Jason countered with one raised finger. “And he sounds like a dying squirrel, I’ll give you that. But! That’s when he’s just messin’ around. You should hear the kid when he actually tries!”

A waiter swooped over to their table with their meals. Dick and Jason both paused to appreciate the steaming cuts of meat as the plates were slid onto the tablecloth in front of them. A few questions about service preference, apologies for the wait, and generous smiles later, and their server bid them farewell with a warm, “Enjoy the show.”

On cue, all lights in the conference hall dimmed, and the rest of the gathered socialites and city elite murmured lowly across the room. Their hushed chatter fell on Dick’s ears like a buzz, and he turned to Jason with narrowed eyes.

“I want to be the supportive older brother, here. I do. But the fact is, you can’t hear him try Mariah Carey in the bathroom at three a.m. and expect me to have an open mind.” Dick leaned forward, tapping a finger against the linen-wrapped tabletop. “I love him, Jay, but he sucks.”

And Jason’s smirk was enough to make Dick’s blood boil.

“We’ll see, bro,” he drawled. “We’ll see.”

Motion over on the stage caught his eye, and Dick turned to watch.

Tim walked up to the microphone, shoulders as squared as his jaw as he gripped the stand in a death grip. The look on his face was two parts determination, and one part wounded pride. Dick felt a prick of guilt, remembering their conversation a few minutes ago.

“Well, we’ve been puttering around this shindig for an hour, and still no way to get the intel we need. Any ideas?”

Dick had shrugged. “Distraction, obviously. It’s the only thing that works at these functions.”

“I can take care of that.”

“You? What’re you gonna do, Timbers? Squeak at McElvers until she gives up her phone?”

An angry blush colored Tim’s face. “I just overheard the event coordinator. They had a cancellation for tonight’s entertainment.”

“So...you’re gonna squeak at McElvers until she gives up her phone.” Jason’s snicker had been a little cruel. “What’ve you got, stand up comedy? Magic tricks?”

“I’ll sing,” Tim countered with a noncommittal shrug that wound up being at least a little committal.

And Dick, Big Brother of the Year that he was, choked on his drink. “You?”

He wasn’t proud of it. And he definitely wasn’t proud of causing the betrayed look Tim had given him.

“Yeah. No big deal.”

“Alright.” The note of approval in Jason’s tone had surprised both of his brothers. “Well, I think it’s a solid plan. Go sing your little tweetie-bird heart out up there, Timbo. Dickie and I’ll grab McElvers’s phone while she’s distracted, download the intel, then we’ll all make like a tree and get the heck outta here. Sound good?”

“Jay,” Dick had protested, side-eyeing Tim apologetically. “You sure? We could trip one of the servers, rig a small explosion--”

“Oh, so you’d rather blow something up than let me pull a little weight?” Tim’s expression had reminded Dick of an angry pug, but he’d been a little too emotionally torn to snap a picture for the scrapbook. “I’m a little fed up with third-wheeling on all your missions, guys. Either let me help, or let me head back to the Titans and mind my own business, okay?”

Jason’s eyebrows had risen in a clear challenge. “I say do it, Timmers.” To Dick, he’d added, “Fifty bucks says the kid knocks our socks off.”

Dick had been tempted to argue that Tim’s singing voice would probably knock them off their socks, but he wanted to avoid an explosion of a different kind. So, with a heavy sigh, Dick had nodded, and let Tim storm off to do battle with the event coordinator.

And whatever Tim had promised the woman must’ve worked, because now he was standing in front of a blazing spotlight, ready to sing his little tweetie-bird heart out.

The light threw his features into shadow, a dramatic effect that the audience seemed to appreciate. The dry sound of clapping fluttered through the air as a few pinging notes began to play over the speakers.

Dick sunk a little lower into his seat. Maybe McElvers would be sufficiently distracted when Tim hit a high note and shattered her eardrums. Or her wineglass. Or maybe even both.

Wait, Dick recognized this song...

Seriously? Ariana Grande?

They might’ve actually been doomed--

--but then Tim started singing.

“Breakfast at Tiffany’s and bottles of bubbles...”

And Dick’s jaw hit the table.

For a few moments (which was, admittedly, probably a waste of valuable time) Dick and Jason could only sit still and listen, absolutely mesmerized. The rest of the audience seemed to be hanging on Tim’s every word, the trilling notes of the song holding them captive.

Especially Elaine McElvers.

Jason tapped his arm frantically, motioning towards their hypnotized mark with his chin. Even with the urgency, though, Jason had a hard time keeping that smug grin off his face.

“Alright, let’s move,” he whispered.

“Holy $#!^,” Dick breathed.

“Ditto, pal, but we need to get a move on.”

“Holy $#!^.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jason said, head bobbing as he clapped one hand on Dick’s shoulder. “You owe me fifty bucks, and you owe Tim an apology. But both of those things can wait until we nab that phone.”

Dick shot one last glance up at towards the stage. Tim’s expression was schooled into a suave, showy smile.

When he met Dick’s gaze, his eyebrows quirked up in a very told you so sort of fashion.

“Please tell me we’ve been recording this.” He turned to Jason as both of them stood up. With a flick of his wrist, he snagged the towel off a server’s arm and draped it neatly over his own.

Jason turned his suit coat inside out. Both of them had worn reversible jackets tonight, and the white tuxes typical of the wait staff were perfect for hiding in plain sight.

“Shyeah, man, what do you take me for?” Jason snorted as he edged the sleeves back over his arms. “Dami’s gonna have a stroke.”

“Steph’s gonna lose her mind.”

“But that’ll be nothing, nothing, compared to the old man.” Jason shook his head disdainfully, adding under his breath, “Cut me off. Like he’s never blown up a building before, that hypocritical son of a--”

“Alright,” Dick nudged his little brother forward. “Let’s do this.”

The song ended softly, and the spell seemed to linger over the crowd just long enough for Jason to slip the phone off the tablecloth and into his pocket unnoticed. McElvers would notice in a few moments, but they planned on leaving the device somewhere along the edges of the room, where it could’ve easily fallen out of her purse.

As they stepped away, the spell broke. Applause shattered the air as audience members rose from their seats.

And Dick clapped loudest of all.

#batman family #batfamily #dc comics #tim drake #red robin #jason todd #red hood #dick grayson #nightwing #my write stuff #dont steal please

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jeonjcngkook · 4 years

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tysm to ness, nat n jess for tagging me in this @vante-love , @flowerkth & @sweetpeajeon 🌻💫

what color is your hairbrush?: x3 black x1 pink x1 blue

name a food you never eat: im not actually fussy

are you typically too warm or too cold?: too warm n i get v sick over it quickly

what were you doing 45 minutes ago?: sleeping n now its 7.20am n im wide awake

what’s your favorite candy bar?: galaxy caramel hfgfjhgffd

have you ever been to a professional sports game?: yesss, im v into football n i will go to my hometeam games

what’s the last thing you said out loud?: "can someone tell me why its 6.00am and im wide awake” 2 myself

what’s your favorite ice cream?: mint choc chip??? cant go wrong @ all

what was the last thing you had to drink?: water

do you like your wallet?: i havented owned one since i was like 13 , i shove everything into my backpack dfushfsidkf

what’s the last thing you ate?: pizza last night

did you buy any new clothes last weekend?: ugh yes, im obsessed w this brand in england who do the best edgy gloth clothing n honestly since lockdown i have had no self control

what’s the last sporting event you watched?:?????? probably an english premium league game before they quarantined us all

what is your favorite flavor of popcorn?: joe&stephs chocolate covered popcorn & salted caramel topped popcorn was life changing.

who’s the last person you sent a text to?: i was sending my best friend jimin gifs to make her feel better

ever go camping?: only for festivals

do you take vitamins?: no

do you go to church every sunday?: nope

do you have a tan?: i burn before i tan, so im currently getting my tan from my burn

do you prefer chinese or pizza?: u cant do this. (chinese)

do you drink soda through a straw?: sometimes

what color socks do you usually wear?: black ankle trainer socks

do you ever drive above the speed limit?: lmao dont drive

what terrifies you?: wet food gdhwdunw no

look to your left, what do you see?: my suitcase for south korea

what chore do you hate the most?: omg dishes is so dull, u just stand there touching wet food n i want to gag

what do you think of when you hear an australian accent?: heart eyed emojis

what’s your favorite soda?: pepsi max or coke zero

do you go in fast food places or just hit the drive thru?: through the drive thru

what’s your favorite number?: 2,4,9

who’s the last person you talked to?: my best friend or my colleague from works partner works in starbucks at one of our shopping centres, so every day he drops off a starbucks to my flat!!! the kind of ppl u need during these times

favorite cut of beef?: oh, i dno

last song you listened to?: sour candy by lady gaga & blackpink (im not saying u need 2 listen 2 it but u need 2 listen 2 it)

last book you read?: not a textbook but i have so much return to work modules that need done omg

can you say the alphabet backwards?: dont mess me up like that

favorite day of the week?: sundays and tuesday bc thats my days off work

how do you like your coffee?: caramel macchiatos n lattes

favorite pair of shoes?: my combat boots n my nike air force 1′s

time you normally get up?: usually 10am

sunrise or sunsets?: sunsets

how many blankets on your bed?:2

describe your kitchen plates?: plain white

describe your kitchen at the moment?: black glitter counter tops n orange decorations w dishes all over the rack as i did them last night but just dont put them away

do you have a favorite alcoholic drink?: vodka lemondades, vodka n orange juice, jager, rose wine

do you play cards?: not really unless uno on the phone counts

what color is your car?: cant drive yikes

can you change a tire?: not a chance

your favorite state/province/county/city etc.?: madrid was beautiful when i went, n anywhere north england like merseyside, manchester, newcastle or yorkshire - london is just too busy for me

favorite job you’ve had?: my current job

how did you get your biggest scar?:ok this is a less graphic version so i have a scar on my left pinky from when i was like 8 or 9 n i had just been given a razor scooter, n i was so excited to have it, so i unboxed it n took it outside to play w, took it outside n tried to scoot but i lost balanced n scraped my hand along a stone wall but couldnt stop myself on the scooter so i ended up taking the skin on my finger off n now im left with a scar from the bottom to the middle of my pinky

tagging ☀ : @petiteuphoria @kookiesjoonies @hiraethtae @gukniverse @velvetminjoon @namugguk @kimsouthjoon @ughustd @bitoftaewithsugaandkookie @utopiajeon @cherryjk @roseboyjjk

#mutuals #jords asks💫

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flowerbeom · 4 years

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aesthetics tag!

tagged by @jjinyounf 💖💝

rules: bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold

tagging: @defgyus @jinseunie @axizzles @focusgyeom @demongyeom @sxfterhearts @urlocalkpoptrash

bro, this was long! but fun.

soft

dark academia

edgy

seventies

preppy casual

cinanamon - steph

gold jewelry, slowdancing in the kitchen with a lover, sun on skin, red-tinted lip balm, lazy mornings, getting lost in foreign cities, scent of bakeries, high-waisted jeans, kissing someone’s neck, writing reminders on your wrist, sleeping in braids to have waves in the morning, growing an herb garden, gentle touches, sketches tucked between pages, flushed cheeks, tandem bikes, floating in a pool, vintage gold hand-mirror, deer grazing, softly singing while doing chores

jaesmintea - dia

naptimetea - helena

jeonginks

scxrlettwxtches

listening to a song and remembering the times you used to listen to it on repeat | imagining yourself living in any other life than the one you have now | crop tops and high waisted jeans | forgetting to smile but not actually being upset | nuzzling your face in the crook of their neck | back hugs when you’re stressed | turning in assignments 1 minute before they’re due | wanting a relationship but getting scared the moment you’re in one | pretending that you don’t care when inside you’re burning with doubts and fears | the sound of the evening waves as you lie on the sand | lying in your bed listening to your sad playlist | exhaustion but you can’t sleep | singing loudly when you’re the only one home | feeling safe and comfortable with that person in your life | knee high suede black boots with your black winter coat | comfort over appearance | writing essays at 2 am | creative peak from 1 am to 4 am | the one that always ends up walking in the back of a friend group

hyunsracha - sav!

lveletters

dnceracha - sydni

bamshine - sae

jjinyounf - cres

flowerbeom - kat

#this took foreverrrrrrr #but its fun #aes tag #tag game

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dustofinsanity · 4 years

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aesthetic tag ✨

rules: bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold

tagged by: The one and only!! The wonderful!! The amazing!! The talented and incomparable PAPA!! Also known as @defgyus 💜

tagging: no one but, if you wanna do it, just say I tagged you.

soft

dark academia

edgy

seventies

preppy casual

cinanamon - steph

jaesmintea - dia

naptimetea - helena

jeonginks

scxrlettwxtches

hyunsracha - sav!

lveletters

dnceracha - sydni

bamshine - sae

jjinyounf - cres

flowerbeom - kat

focusgyeom - leena

defgyus - val

defnabeom - nauan

#tag game

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sxfterhearts · 4 years

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aesthetics tag!!

tagged by @flowerbeom 💞💞 (thank you kat!! hope you’ve been doing alright 🥰)

rules: bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold

tagging: anyone who wants to do this HAHA (im so late oops)

soft

dark academia

edgy

seventies

preppy casual

cinanamon - steph

jaesmintea - dia

naptimetea - helena

jeonginks

scxrlettwxtches

hyunsracha - sav!

lveletters

dnceracha - sydni

bamshine - sae

jjinyounf - cres

flowerbeom - kat

sxfterhearts - rach

#tag game #gtkm!#this was sooo fun i am so late but yea :")

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hockeyluver-1995 · 5 years

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Chance Meetings- Morgan Rielly Story Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Work count: 3.6 K

New Years Eve

Every single day since Morgan posted that picture of us I have been receiving messages from some of Morgan’s fans. I would wake up to messages and I would fall asleep to messages judging me. I never expected that when Morgan announced our relationship to the world that I have received a mixed bag of reactions from the fans. I had always heard from the other significant others about the negative messages they received but I never though that I would be on the receiving end of them.

I guess I was naive to believe that everyone would be happy for the two of us but I was now learning that it’s almost like a rite of passage when you are with an athlete. Some of them were encouraging, while others were very rude and demeaning. Saying that Morgan deserved better than me and that I didn’t fit the profile or stereotype of what a Hockey player should be dating.

According to them I needed to be skinny, blonde, and a model. That’s not to say that I didn’t get encouraging messages from the true fans, saying they were glad that I didn’t fall under the typical hockey players girlfriend stereotype and that Morgan looked truly happy with me.

I brushed the negativity aside, and didn’t let it affect me because I knew that they were just jealous. I wasn’t going to let a couple jealous fans get inside my head or affect my relationship with Morgan. I was a lot stronger than most people believed and I all knew was that I was not going to let anything get in the way of Mine and Morgan’s relationship or happiness.

I ended up talking to Lucy, Aryne, and Steph about the messages when we went shopping for our New Years Eve outfits. They explained that every significant other has received the same treatment one way or another throughout the years and they gave me some really good advice on how to handle the situation.

Morgan called us an Uber and we were on our way to the hotel to get ready for the New Years Eve party hosted by the maple leafs organization in the ballroom at the Royal York. The place that has significant meaning for Morgan and I seeing as it was at the Royal York where we first met. Morgan rented us a room in the hotel that way we could enjoy the night without worrying about getting back to his house.

When we walked into the lobby of the hotel we were greeted by smiles and friendly staff. Morgan smiled at me as he squeezed my hand guiding me over to the front desk.

“Welcome to the Royal York, Mr. and Mrs. Rielly. We have your room ready.” Smiled the older man as he typed on his computer.

Morgan gave me hand a squeeze three times as soon as he called us husband and wife, a sign that Morgan was okay with what had just happened seeing as that was or sign for I love you. But I’m sure my cheeks went red as soon as she called me Mrs. Rielly.

The lady handed us our hotel key and Morgan placed his hand on my back once more and let me towards the elevator whispering, “Right this way Mrs. Rielly.”

“Thank you Mr. Rielly!” I teased as we stepped into the elevator. Morgan quickly pressed the 44thfloor button and attached our hands once more.

Once in the room we placed our bags on the table and started getting ready for the party. We took turns taking showers because we both knew that if we tried to shower together it would result in a couple rounds of shower sex. And as much as we both really wanted that to happen we both knew we didn’t have enough time to do that as well as get ready for the party.

I looked in the mirror as I was putting the finishing touches on my make up. I smacked my lips together after putting on a coat of nude lips stick and smiled into the mirror. I sprayed some hairspray into my loose curls and make my way into Morgan’s bedroom to grab my outfit for the night.

Morgan had just walked out of the bathroom his towel hanging low on his hips. Water droplets slowly running down his chest, hair spiked up from him running the towel through it.

I bit my lip teasingly as I walked passed him wearing only my matching lace bra and underwear set. I felt his arms wrap around my waist as he pulled me into his body.

“Morgan, you’re getting me all wet.” I giggled as I struggled to get out of his strong embrace.

“Well, I hope I always make you wet,” Joked Morgan as he winked at me.

I shook my head laughing before kissing his lips and escaping his arms.

I walked over to Morgan’s bed and grabbed my red top crop top I had placed on his covers, pulling it over my black lace bra. I then pulled my high waisted red skirt over my hipsbefore stepping into my beige high-heeled shoes.

I heard Morgan whistle from behind so I spun around and gave him a pose before walking towards him and kissing his lips gently being careful to not get his lips covered in my lipstick.

Morgan was wearing black dress pants, a white dress shirt and a red tie with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

“You look so handsome,” I whispered before kissing his lips once more.

Morgan grabbed my hand, and laced them with his before walking me towards the door, holding it open for me.

Walking to the elevator, we pushed the ballroom button on the panel making our way to the ballroom.

Walking into the ballroom it looked similar to when we were here for the season ticketholder event in September. The only difference being it was winter wonderland themed, they had fairy lights all over the room, fake snow covering the room.

As soon as we walked into the ballroom, I could see Steph beckoning me over to where she was getting drinks.

“I will see you right at 11:59pm for my midnight kiss,” I teased Morgan as I slowly walked away. Making sure to sway my hips, as I knew Morgan eyes would be glued to me like a hawk catching his prey. I mean A little teasing never killed anyone right?

“Really hails?” Joked Morgan as he shook his head. Jake waving him over to where he, John and Freddie were about to start a game of beer pong.

Once I got to Steph I saw that she had ordered us some tequila shots “Cheers, to 2019 ladies! This is going to be an amazing year with even more amazing friends.”

Lucy and Christina joined in as well as a couple more Lady Leafs. We all raised our glasses and lifted them to our lips, tipping our heads back as the liqueur slid down our throats.

“I still don’t understand How that is your favourite shot? It’s so disgusting.” Teased Lucy as she shook her head, reaching for her wine to chase the taste of tequila.

“Haha Katie tells me I’m like Meredith Grey.” I replied as I laughed.

“Haha because you love tequila?” Joked Steph

“Haha that! And apparently because I’m dark and twisty,” I joked.

“God, I love you,” Lucy said as both her and Steph started giggling.

Before I knew it I was in the middle of a group hug. Steph and Lucy both squeezing tight, as Aryne joined in.

“I am so glad we have become best friends. We are all so lucky, but I think Morgan will say he is the luckiest.” Lucy said as she blew me a kiss.

“Cheers to that.” Steph said as she turned to face the bartender again to order another round of shots, this time a round of Jell-O shots as well as the shot called screaming Orgasm.

“Hopefully we all will have screaming Orgasms tonight... and not just the shot.” Joked Steph as we said cheers’ and downed the shot.

I stood by the bar talking with the other ladies, as we caught up on everyone’s Christmas. I kept locking eyes with Morgan from across the room as he was talking with Jake, John Freddie, Mitch and Auston.

I turned towards the bartender and ordered a vodka and cranberry juice. Locking eyes with Morgan who had just won the game of beer pong against Jake and Freddie. Aryne looped arms with me as we made our way over to where he was standing.

“Hails, and I will play you guys next.” Aryne said as we got to the table.

“But you can’t drink, your pregnant babe.” John said as he smiled, looking at Aryne as if she was the only one in the room.

“What? You scared we are going to win?” Questioned Aryne as she looked between both her husband and I smirking.

“I really don’t think that will be an issue, seeing as we are going to kick your butts. But I will take one for the team and drink for both me and her if it comes to it.” I chirped as I high fived Aryne who was laughing both Morgan’s and Johns reaction.

John looked at Morgan and whispered “it looks like you may be having to take care of her tonight, from all the extra alcohol she is about to consume.”

Morgan shook his head laughing as he locked eyes with me and winked at my direction.

Aryne and I made a good team as we both sank our shots one by one. But seeing as John and Morgan were teammates on the ice they also made good teammates off the ice as well.

The game was tied, both teams having one cup left. I was definitely feeling loose from the shots and the extras drinks from the game. Morgan’s and I locked eyes as we both threw the balls at the same time.

I held my breath as my ball circled the rim of the red solo cup before falling into the cup. Morgan’s call hit the rim at the same time; lucky for us his bounced out.

“Woohoo,” shouted Aryne as she pulled me into a big hug being careful of Aryne’s mini baby bump.

“Girls rule,” shouted both Lucy and Steph as they joined the hug.

Morgan shook his head pretending to be mad. However I was pretty sure that since he lost to his girlfriend that he would be on the receiving end of the boys chirping him

He grabbed my hand and pulled me into a hug whispering, “you know I let you win right?” before kissing my lips slowly.

Giggling I replied, “whatever helps you sleep at night babe.”

“You help me sleep at night, when I have you wrapped in my arms, your little snores” Morgan whispered as he kissed my neck.

“your lying,” I gasp as I hit Morgan’s arm lightly “I know for a fact that I do not snore.”

Laughing Morgan replies, “I know you don’t, I was teasing. However you do talk in your sleep and it’s the cutest thing ever.”

A blush started to form at Morgan’s confession as he put his arm on my back softly guiding me to a table beside the dance floor. Once sitting down Morgan lifted his glass of wine towards me as we clinked our drinks together.

“To our first New Years Eve as a couple.”

We both took a sip of our wine before he wrapped his arm around the top of my chair as I leaned back into his embrace. Jake was sitting beside Morgan telling me a story about Morgan’s first couple years in the league, and all the mischief they got into as Roommates. Lucy would cut in throughout the story adding her own comments about what she witnessed the boys’ do, when she stayed with them when she visited Jake.

Last year for New Years Eve, I spent it curled up on my couch, wearing my pajamas, eating take out. This year was already so different; I was definitely drunker than I was last year that’s for sure.

From the way Morgan looked in my eyes, I could tell that he was making sure he was not going to crazy with the alcohol, so that he could take care of me if needed. The same thing could not be said about me, it was only 10:30pm and I have already done at least three shots and drank endless amounts of mixed drinks,

It was nice to have the chance to let loose and enjoy myself with the girls, knowing that Morgan wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me. Growing up I was what you would call a goody two shoes, always followed the rules, and never got drunk, I even was dubbed the mother of the group when going out with friends. I was always the responsible one in the group, always making sure everyone was okay.

Since meeting Morgan, I’ve finally given myself the okay to let myself go, to have fun, and to not get in my head and think to much. I was always the responsible one when I went out with friends; I would be the one taking care of everyone making sure everyone was being safe. However tonight the roles were reversed and I was having the time of my life with Morgan and our friends. I trusted Morgan, the girls as well as his teammates 100 percent and I knew that they wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me.

The night was going amazing, and I was having so much fun with my new best friends. It was hard to believe I had just met them a couple months ago, and I was now ringing in the New Year with a group of new best friends. If you would have told me a year ago that I would be sitting beside my professional hockey playing boyfriend, and ringing in the new year with his teammates and their significant others I would have thought you were crazy. It’s funny how fast, things change and how people become such an important part of your life in such a short time.

It was moments like this, moments when I’m sitting in his lap with his arms wrapped around me, my head tucked into his shoulder as I leaned into his embrace where I truly felt like I belonged. A permanent smile on my face as I watch the people around me having such as good time. It’s true what they say about hockey families, they truly become your family. The people you lean on in good times and bad. The people you go to when you need support, especially the women. No one understands the lifestyle better than them, they are the ones you lean on when who are always thereyou need support no matter what.

He locked eyes with me as he slowly leaned down to kiss my lips. Just as our lips were about to connect Steph came over and grabbed my arm.

“Hails, Lucy, Aryne we need to take some photos together. I hear they have another photo booth.” She exclaimed as she grabbed my hand and pulled so that I was standing.

After the photos with both the girls as well as Morgan were taken Lucy and I walked up to bartender and ordered the carnival cruiser drink. While we were sitting at the table, she mentioned that when her and Jake went on a cruise one year that the bartender on the cruise made her the best drink.

Lucy explained the drink to the bartender, and he made us the drinks.

The drink was good but deadly, since it had 4 ounces of alcohol. The problem was that the pineapple juice and the fruit punch that was mixed with the alcohol masked the potent taste of the alcohol. Which resulted in Lucy and I drinking two very quickly before heading out to the dance floor.

The DJ started playing the song ‘don’t you know your beautiful’ by one direction and my eyes instantly lit up.

“Hailey! It’s our song!” Exclaimed Lucy as she grabbed my hand and pulled both Steph and I to the dance floor.

We laughed and jumped around the dance floor as we sang the lyrics at the top of our lungs.

We barely had time to catch our breaths from jumping around when the music from the iconic dirty dancing movie started playing. I’m not sure if it was the drinks talking or just plain stupidity, but as soon as we heard the song, both Lucy and I shared a look. That look however resulted in me running towards Lucy who had her arms ready to lift me for the iconic lift scene. We were going to do it; we were going to attempt to do the dirty dancing lift, key word being attempt.

As you could imagine, it was a disaster waiting to happen, both of us were extremely drunk, and obviously hadn’t thought about what would happen in the lift didn’t work.

Resulting in both of us laying on the ground, myself laying on top of Lucy as we both burst out in giggles.

“It’s so comfy down here,” slurred Lucy as she grabbed my arm and held on to it, giggling some more.

“Love you bestie,” I slurred back as I started giggling as well.

“Doggy pile!” Shouted Steph as she jumped on both of us.

I looked up from my position on the ground, to see that Morgan was standing above us shaking his head as he laughed.

“I can only imagine what they get up to when we are on the road,” Muttered Morgan to Jake as they both reached down to pick us up from the floor.

“They are crazy together, they both bring out a side in each other that no one has ever seen.” Jake replied as he shook his head grinning.

“That’s because, we are best friend, No SOUL MATES!” exclaimed Lucy as she threw her arms around me once we were standing up, causing us to wobble a bit. Morgan quickly threw his arm around me to steady us both, so that we did not end up on the ground again.

Morgan shook his head as he pulled me closer into his arms, leaning down to kiss my forward. “You okay?”

“I’m more than okay MoMo, I haven’t had this much fun in a while.”

As we were standing there in each other’s arms, I could hear the song “yours.” By Russell Dickerson started to play.

Morgan pulled me even closer than I thought possible as we swayed to the beat as Morgan sang the words into my ear. Once the song was over he kissed me on the lips and it felt like fireworks were going off in my body. There were so many unknowns about our life together but it was in this moment that I realized that Morgan was my home, no matter what happens or where in the world we are as long as I had Morgan by my side I would be home.

I was lost in Morgan’s eyes as we swayed to the music. We could faintly hear the countdown to Midnight as we continued to be lost in each other’s presents.

A waiter was walking by with champagne flutes so Morgan grabbed two for us.

“Follow me,” he whispered as he grabbed my hand and led me over to the balcony.

We stepped into the cold winter air as we could hear everyone on the streets bellow us celebrate.

Morgan wrapped his arm around me as he pulled me in close as we swayed in each other’s arms. We could faintly hear the countdown in the ballroom as we enjoyed the moment of it just being the two of us. Morgan whispering, “three, two, one… Happy new years my love.” Before placing his hands on my cheeks and pulling my head towards his as he softly kissing my lips.

Both of us pulling away from the kiss smiling, “Happy New Year Babe.”

“Hailey, I love you so much. Meeting you and having you in my life is one of the best things that has happened to me in 2018. I am not sure what kind of adventures we will get up to in 2019, but I do know that as long as you are by my side it will be memorable.”

“Too an unforgettable year with my love.” I said as I raised my champagne glass.

Morgan raised his as well as we clinked our glasses together before taking a sip.

We stood outside in the freezing cold weather for a couple more minutes. I was in the comforts of Morgan’s warm body as we watched the fireworks go off with the CN tower in the background.

“as much as I would like to stay out here with you for the rest of the evening, I think we may freeze.” Morgan stated as he kissed my lips once more.

“Wait? I though you would be used to the cold.” I teased as I bit his lip seductively.

“That’s it!” exclaimed Morgan as he picked me up and carried me back into the ballroom.

Once we were back into the ballroom Morgan placed me back on my feet before joining our hands together once more. “We will say goodbye to our friends then head up to the room. Honestly I just want to lie in bed with you in my arms. It will be the perfect ending to a perfect night.”

“There is no other way I would like to start off the new year,” I muttered as I kissed his lips.

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highfivecalum · 6 years

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Last Chance

Pairings: Frat!Calum and Y/N

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: None

This is part 5 of Cocky and also the LAST!!! Thank you to everybody who read this series and loved it :))

Taglist: @thewackywriter

It had been a few weeks since you had talked to Calum. He had tried texting you, calling you, and even FaceTiming you, but you ignored them all. You wanted to forgive, you did, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Sure, the two of you weren’t officially together, so it’s not like he cheated on you, but he broke his promise, again, and let you down. He hurt you and you weren’t sure if you could trust him again.

You tried not to think about him, but it was hard, and you hated yourself for it. He probably wasn’t thinking of you anymore, he probably moved on, like he always did and it hurt you to think that, but you had to be realistic here. You didn’t expect the infamous Calum Hood to pine after you and try to win you back after nearly a month of not speaking.

You had steered clear of the fraternity parties; no amount of your friends begging convinced you to attend anymore of their parties. You didn’t want to bump into Calum outside of class, since you already had two classes with him. At first, he sat down next to you, and you moved seats. The next time he did it, you completely ignored him. And then he finally got the hint. He sat across the room and let Dylan, the guy who always used to sit next to you, have his seat back.

He would watch form afar as Dylan tried to flirt with you and watched as you just smiled and nodded your head at his words. You didn’t flirt back and that gave Calum a speck of hope. Hope that maybe you still wanted to be with him, maybe you still liked him and thought about him like he did with you. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t moved on yet, if it as any other girl, he would have moved on the second you ignored him. But he couldn’t get you off of his mind. He wanted you. Not just for your body or your mouth, but for you, as a person.

“Come on, Y/N! You haven’t been out in ages! It’s sad, really.” Stephanie badgered you as she paced back and forth through your room.

You rolled your eyes and locked your phone, giving her your full attention. You knew she was right, you hadn’t gone out with your friends in weeks, but it was because they only place they went was the fraternity house. “Because you only ever go to the frat house and I don’t want to go there. You know that, Steph.”

“I know.” She sighed and finally stopped pacing, taking a seat on your bed. “There’s some band that the guys like playing at the bar tonight and we’re going, okay? No excuses. No frat house or Calum to worry about.”

“Alright. Fine.”

She cheered and stood up before ordering you to get a shower and start getting ready since it was already nearing eight. You forced yourself out of your comfortable bed and got into the shower. After your much needed shower, you wrapped a towel around your body and a separate one around your hair before starting your makeup. You kept it light, not wanting to overdo it, and then rid yourself of the towel that was holding your wet hair up. You didn’t bother drying it, just putting some product in it and letting it air dry.

“Wear a hot outfit tonight!” Stephanie yelled from her own room as her got herself ready. You rolled your eyes and laughed before opening your mess of a closet.

You knew the bar you would be going to was high class, a lot nicer than the bars you usually went to, so you settled on a black leather skirt and a red off the shoulder top, pairing it with a pair of red heels that matched your shirt perfectly. You didn’t bother bringing a jacket since you knew that the bar would be packed and hot and you didn’t want to deal with carrying around a jacket that you wouldn’t be wearing all night.

You and Stephanie got an Uber, since it was off campus and too far away to walk, and met Michael, Ashton, and Luke there. Once you arrived you showed the bouncer your IDs and made your way inside, happily seeing that the guys already claimed a table for the five of you, and already had drinks on the table waiting for you and Stephanie.

The night went on with laughter and drinks and the band playing covers and a few of their own original songs, and you couldn’t deny that you were finally having a good night out with your friends. You were glad you agreed to going out and letting loose.

That is until you saw him. Leaning against the wall with a girl hanging on him, you swallowed the lump in your throat and looked away before he could catch you staring at him. Of course he just had to be there. In that exact bar. With girl that wasn’t you.

“You okay?” Michael noticed your change in attitude and you shook your head. You nodded your head to the side and Michael looked up to see the same thing you saw, Calum looking uninterested, with a girl hanging all over him. Michael didn’t look away quickly enough, and made direct eye contact with Calum. His eyes widened when he saw the back of your body, knowing immediately that it was you. “Oh shit.”

“What?”

“He saw me. We mad eye contact,” Michael said nervously. “And now he's coming over here.”

“What? No! Fuck.” You shoved your drink into Michael’s hand and grabbed your purse off of the table you had been out before making a beeline for the exit. You hoped that Calum wouldn’t follow you, but you never had good luck when it came to him, so you were sure he would follow you. And force you to talk to him.

You sighed a breath of relief once the cold air hit your hot body and you leaned against the brick building. You knew, at some point, you would have to talk to Calum, but you didn’t want it to be now, after you’ve downed a couple of vodka drinks and you were on the verge of being drunk. You knew you would say something rude, or something that you would regret, and you wouldn’t be able to take it back. And it would make everything much worse.

You heard the door slam shut and watched as Calum looked around frantically for you. He spun around and his face softened once he saw you, looking at him, leaning against the brick. He was hesitant, nervous even, when he was approaching you, but once he saw that you hadn’t tried to move, he was more confident with his movements.

“Hey.” Calum breathed out.

“Hi.” You finally spoke and his heart started beating faster. It was the first time you had talked to him since you walked in on him and that girl and he was relieved that you had finally said something to him.

“How, uh, how are you doing?”

You rolled your eyes and shrugged. “Okay. I guess.”

“Good.” He nodded his head awkwardly. “What are you doing out tonight?”

Now you had to laugh. “Seriously? Are you really trying to make smalltalk with me, Calum?”

“I’m sorry. I just- I don’t know what to say to you.”

“Then why are you talking to me?”

“Because,” Calum hesitated. “I miss you, Y/N. I miss talking to you and kissing you and taking you out on dates and making you smile. I just- I miss you.”

You gulped and looked away from his deep and intense stare. You noticed that he didn’t look that great. He had bags under his eyes bloodshot eyes and his lips were chapped, no doubt from him running his tongue over them constantly. You missed him, too, but you didn’t trust him. You didn’t want to get hurt. Again.

“Did you drive here?”

Calum’s eyebrows furrowed and he nodded his head slowly. “Yeah?”

“Will you drive me home?” You didn’t want to ask him for a ride home, but your apartment was a thirty minute walk and your feet were already killing you from your shoe choice. And you knew he hadn’t been drinking, at least not as much as you, since his lisp was more prominent when he was drinking and he always had a lazy smile on his face.

Calum was surprised by your question, but didn’t hesitate to say yes, and he motioned for you to follow him. He parked a few blocks away since it was so hard to find a parking spot, and you struggled to keep up with him since you had high heels on and you had been drinking, causing you to trip over your own feet and stumble. You wanted to take your shoes off, but you didn’t want to walk barefoot on the ground, since that grossed you out, so you pushed through it.

You got into the passenger seat that you had been in so many times before and the two of you drove in silence. You wanted to say something, anything really, but you didn’t know what to say to him. You wanted to forgive him and give him another chance, but what if he hurt you again? What if he fucked everything up? You would be hurt again, maybe even heartbroken, and you didn’t want to risk it.

“I’ll walk you up.” Calum parked his car in the spot he always parks in and followed you up the stairs to your floor. He walked close to you, just in case you lost your balance and accidentally feel, and you could feel his hands and how close they were to your skin.

You arrived at your door and you unlocked it. You opened it and looked at Calum. You wanted to invite him in. You knew it was a bad idea, but you were almost drunk, and you weren’t thinking straight, so you invited him in.

“Did you uh- do you want to come in?”

Calum hid the excited and surprised expression on his face as he frantically nodded his head. He knew the two of you wouldn’t be having sex, with you being mad at him and all, but he was happy that you were willing to talk to him more. To listen to him.

You kicked your shoes off right as you walked inside and sighed happily. You padded to the kitchen and Calum followed suit. Even though you had been ‘dating’ for weeks, he never made it inside of your apartment, you always ended up at his fraternity house. He looked around his surroundings and smiled a bit. It, no doubt, looked like two girls lived there with all of the pink and purple throw pillows and blankets on the couch and the empty wine glasses littered in the recycling bin.

“Want something to drink?” You asked Calum as you poured yourself a glass of water and took two Advil. You wanted to prevent your hangover as best as you could, so after taking the Advil, you put two pieces of bread in the toaster.

“Sure.” You poured him a glass of water and it fell silent again. The only sound in your apartment was you spreading butter on the two pieces of toast. You knew you would only eat one, so you gave Calum the other piece. “Thanks.”

Neither of you talked as you ate your toast and drank your water. Calum eyes never left you and yours never looked at him. You looked everywhere but him.

“Why did you invite me inside?” Calum finally asked the question you were wondering yourself.

“I dunno.” You shrugged.

“Do you miss me?”

Your eyes finally met his and your tough demeanor faltered. You sighed heavily before nodded your head. You didn’t want to admit that you missed him, but he could tell, anybody could tell that you did, and you didn’t want to lie. “Yeah. I do. But I don’t want to.”

Calum frowned. “Why not?”

“Why do you think?” You scoffed.

“I’m sorry. I really am, Y/N. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I check my phone every second of the day hoping that you texted or called, but I knew you haven’t. I just wished you did. I regret what I did and I don’t blame you for hating me, but I think...”

“You think what?”

Calum shut his eyes and took a deep breath. His eyes opened, seeing you still looking at him intently, and he exhaled the breath. “I think I love you.”

Your eyes widened and you dropped your piece of toast on your marble counter. “Oh.” You whispered. You had no clue what to say, and Calum knew that, so he continued talking.

“I think I love you and it’s scaring the shit out of me, but I’m not trying to deny it anymore. I want you and I want to make us work and if you give me on last chance, I promise, pinky promise, that I won’t hurt you ever again. I’ll show you how much you mean to me and how much I care about you.”

“Calum, I want to believe you, I really do, but how am I supposed to?”

“I’ll show you that you can trust me. God, I won’t even look at or think about another girl if it means having you.”

You gave it a thought. You were quiet for a while and Calum was nearly sweating to death. He just poured his heart out to you and you had every reason to reject him, but he really, really, hoped you didn’t.

“Last chance. One last chance, Calum.”

His face lit up and he jumped up from the stool he was standing on, stalking over to you. He held your face in his hands and lightly pressed his lips against you. It was a soft, short, and hesitant kiss, but it was better than no kiss at all.

THE END!! thank you so much to everybody who read this and gave me feedback and wanted to read more :))) ily all and i didn’t ever think this would get the reaction and attention it did

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mistyyygoode · 5 years

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Blue Eyes (4: Shopping & Lunch)

Stevie had told a select few about wanting to adopt, some thought she was insane, given she had just left Betty Ford, and that she was single, while other's, thought it was a brilliant idea, knowing how loving and motherly she was. She told her parents first that she finally adopted a little girl, and they were on their way to L.A. in just a few short days. They wanted to give the girl some time to adjust to Stevie before bombarding her with more.

Today, Stevie has planned on taking Misty shopping for clothes since she only came with a handful of outfits. After breakfast of a fruit salad, toast, and tea, they headed out. Their first stop was at one of Stevie's favorite stores, one she knew also sold children's clothing.

As they stepped inside, Misty looked around in awe. She smiled when she spotted an outfit similar to the one Stevie was wearing. She ran over to a black dress she spotted with fringe and smiled as she played with it.

"Can I ge' 'his one?" she asked.

"You sure can." Stevie smiled.

One of the sales-women, Andy, came over to the two. She was one that knew Stevie well. "Miss Nicks, how can I help you today?"

Misty looked up at the tall, thin woman with dark brown, curly hair, who was dressed in boots and a slightly see-through, white dress.

"I'm here to get this little one some clothes today," Stevie explained as she gestured towards the girl.

"Awe," the woman cooed. "What size is she?"

"I'm not sure really. The clothes she has are all different sizes. Can we get her measured?"

"We sure can," Andy said.

"Misty, is it okay if Andy measures you so we can get you the right size clothes?" Stevie asked.

"Mhm," she nodded.

Stevie took Misty's hand, and they followed the woman to the back of the store where the dressing rooms were. Misty stepped up on a platform and was instructed to extend out her arms.

"How old are you, sweetie?"

"Fouw!" Misty said as she held up three fingers.

"One more finger," Stevie whispered.

Misty blushed as she put up a fourth finger, making Andy chuckle.

"Wow, really? You're pretty tall for four!"

"Mhm," she nodded with a smile.

Any looked toward Stevie. "I haven't seen her with you before, do you mind me asking if she's family?"

"She's actually my daughter. I adopted her." Stevie said proudly.

"Really?" the dark-haired woman asked, raising a brow. "Congrats."

"Thank you."

After a few more measurements were taken, Andy wrote them down on a slip of paper. She then handed it to Stevie. She read it, Size: 3, Length: 36 inches (3 ft.).

"Can I check your feet too?" Andy asked.

"Suwe," Misty sat down on the platform and pulled off her sandals.

She measured the girl's feet and added that to the paper. "Okay, I think we can start getting you dressed up. Did you like that black dress out there?"

"Yes!"

"Okay. If you want, I can do what I usually do for you, Miss Nicks." Andy offered.

"Yes, please."

The woman left the room and soon came back with a small wrack of different clothes and shoes. Misty jumped off the platform and ran over to the wrack. Her small hand glided over the different materials, feeling cotton, lace, satin, and velvet. Her big, blue hues looked at Stevie, and she flashed a big, toothy grin.

After what seemed like hours, Stevie and Misty walked out of the shop with bags in their hands. Stevie couldn't help but buy a few things for herself. They even grabbed a couple matching outfits.

It was soon approaching noon, and Stevie knew her daughter would be hungry if she already wasn't. They got everything into the trunk, and then back into their seats. Stevie started the car and glanced through the rearview mirror to look at Misty.

"Are you hungry?"

"Mhm," the small blonde nodded.

"Do you feel up to meeting someone?"

"Who?"

"Chris... Christine."

Misty gave a slightly confused look as she tilted her head at the name.

"My friend from the band. You know, the keyboardist."

"Oh!" The girl smiled, "Yeah!"

Stevie smiled as she started to drive to the restaurant where she had set up a lunch date with Christine at. She helped Misty out of her car seat and took her hand while they walked inside. She told the hostess that she was to meet with Christine for lunch. The woman guided them over to a table and sat down three menus.

"When Miss McVie arrives, I will show her over." The woman explained.

"Okay, thank you."

Misty looked down at her menu and started to look it over.

Stevie noticed a small smile on the girl's lips. "What do you want to get?"

"Chicken 'nd dumplin's." She answered.

"That sounds really yummy. Maybe I should get that too."

"Ya 'hould!" Misty smiled widely.

As Christine walked through the restaurant, she saw Stevie and the little girl. She noticed the girl's hair, it was exactly like Stevie's some years ago.

Misty heard the footsteps behind her, and glanced back, meeting Chris' gaze on her.

Then, she saw the girl's striking blue hues. They reminded her of Lindsey's eyes. It was as if the child was a product of the two of them, but she knew it was impossible. The girl was far too young, and everyone would have known. She smiled when Stevie stood to hug her.

"Oh, it's been too long, Chris," Stevie said with a sigh before feeling a small peck on her cheek that made her blush.

"Three months isn't too long." The older woman said as she pulled away with a small smile, noticing the blush.

As they sat down, Chris saw the small blonde girl looking at her with a large smile. "And hello to you, little one."

"Hi."

"What is your name?" she asked as she sat across from Misty and next to Stevie.

"Missy."

Stevie leaned closer to the other woman to whisper, "It's Misty."

"That's a beautiful name."

"'Hank ya."

Over the next hour, Christine learned more and more about Misty. How she loved Fleetwood Mac, that she was four, almost five, and something that Stevie didn't even know – she knew some French.

Christine could see how happy Stevie was with Misty, and it made her smile. She hadn't seen Stevie this happy in a long time unless she was high, drunk or both. Now seeing Stevie sober and this happy made her heart swell with joy.

All the while, under the table, occasionally, and out of habit, Stevie and Christine's feet brushed against each other's playfully.

By the end of lunch, Stevie could tell that Misty was getting tired, and was ready for her nap. The three headed outside, and Stevie set Misty in her car seat before turning to Chris, thanking her for lunch. "You can come back to the house if you want." She offered.

"Doesn't Misty need a nap?" the older woman asked, glancing into the car to see the girl half-asleep already.

"Yes, but once I put her down, she'll be asleep for a few hours," Stevie said.

"Okay. I'll drive behind you."

Once they arrived at Stevie's home, she put Misty down for her nap. She gave the girl a kiss on the forehead and made sure she had her teddy bear before leaving her room. She headed back downstairs to find Christine pouring two glasses of wine in the kitchen. It must have been a bottle she had forgotten about.

"Chris..." Stevie said hesitantly as she walked into the room. "I can't drink anymore."

"Shit... right." The keyboardist muttered before pouring the second glass into her own.

"And I'm not letting you drive if you drink all of that."

"Steph, it's one glass. I've driven on a gram of coke and bottle of vodka many times and made it home... I'll be fine, my love." She said.

"I don't care," Stevie said sternly. "I'm not ever letting someone drive after drinking or doing drugs again. Don't you ever remember that night we all nearly died because Mick was higher than a kite, but we thought it was fine because the rest of us were even more fucked up?"

Christine cringed at the memory that played in her head. That night they were nearly hit by a train. "You're right..." she murmured before pouring out the glass of wine into the sink.

Stevie smirked knowingly. "Aren't I always?" she walked over to the counter where Christine stood and pulled herself up onto it.

"How do you like being a mother so far?" Chris asked, completely changing the subject.

"I absolutely love it." She smiled. "She's incredible. I honestly thought I'd be a terrible mother, and horrible at this, but I'm not."

The older woman smiled. She placed her hand on Stevie's knee, softly caressing it. "Of course, you're not. You've always been a very motherly person. I knew you'd have no problem once you had your own child."

"Yeah," Stevie smiled as she looked down at the other's hand. She rested her hand on top of Christine's.

"How is she handling it? The change, I mean."

"Good, good. She hasn't really talked about her birth parents, and she hasn't brought anything up like I thought she might."

"What happened to her parents?" Chris asked as she laced their fingers together.

"They died... the lady I met with the agency, said they were a peaceful cult and were killed at a protest... luckily Misty and some of the other children weren't there."

"A cult?! Stevie, are you fucking insane?!" Christine asked loudly, pulling her hand away momentarily.

"Shh!" Stevie held her hand over the taller woman's mouth. "I don't want her hearing you!"

She soon shrieked when she felt the other woman's tongue against her hand. She quickly pulled her hand away and wiped it off on Christine's cheek.

"Ah, that always gets you!" The keyboardist laughed.

"You're sick," Stevie grumbled.

"What's new, love?"

Stevie shook her head as she hopped off the counter, and the two moved to the living room to carry on their conversation. Stevie pulled off her boots, and sat on the sofa, just a few inches apart from Christine.

"I saw you blush at lunch," Chris said with a small smirk.

Stevie blushed at just the mentioned of the moment. She glanced down at her hands, biting her lip nervously.

"I never said it was a bad thing, now did I?" Chris asked as she placed her hand over Stevie's.

Slowly, brown hues glanced up to blue eyes. "I just—I know... things are over between... us, and I—I didn't want to seem like, well, you know..." she trailed off nervously.

"Well, for starters, things between us were very complicated, and they only stopped because you needed a break from everything to go to Betty Ford, and I went back home. We never even specified what things between us were."

Stevie nodded softly before glancing back down. She sighed before chewing on her lip again.

"What are you so nervous about, Steph?"

At first, she just shrugged. "Well... like you said, you're back home... in England."

Christine sighed as she nodded. "That's true."

"How long are you here?" Stevie asked as she laced her fingers with Chris'.

"Only a few more days. Mick wanted to talk about another album... but I don't know."

"Already?" the younger woman asked.

"Well, love, it has been three years since Mirage."

"And that was a wreck."

"Maybe so... but we've never gone this long without recording or touring," Chris said.

"But... I've got Misty now... you're off in England, and the boys are off doing God knows what." Stevie commented.

"I would move back if we decided on really doing this."

Stevie bit her lip. "Would you? I know you love your little castle of yours, and you have Charlie."

Chris chuckled. "It'll still be there whenever I decide to go back, and I would bring him with me..." she said before thinking. "Is that what you're so nervous about? Me living somewhere else?"

The younger blonde nodded softly.

"Why?"

"It's already hard having this type of relationship, it's even harder when your overseas," Stevie explained.

"This type? Do you mean in the spotlight, being Rockstars, or both of us being... women?" Christine asked, needing more information.

"All of the above," Stevie answered hesitantly. "Chris, I miss you so much, just as my friend. I can't imagine myself missing you even more if we were something more."

Christine's free hand cupped Stevie's cheek, making her look up. "I miss you too, in more than one way." She said before kissing Stevie's lips softly.

"Sewie!" Misty called from upstairs.

Before Stevie even had time to process the lips on her own, she heard Misty's call and had to pull away. "I'll be right back." She said before standing up. She pecked Christine's lips quickly. "We'll talk more when I get back."

"No, I should get going, love," Chris said as she stood.

"Please, Chrissy," Stevie begged as she walked to the stairs.

The older woman sighed before sitting back down. "Fine."

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stephhannes · 4 years

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steph’s seltzer showdown 3.0

by now, we all know that i am passionate about seltzer- and i’ve written two blogs reviewing all of the sparkling water i’ve tried. but i realized that the real hot topic is spiked seltzer.

don’t worry, i’ve definitely got opinions on these.

when i get tipsy, i send very detailed emails to seltzer companies with extensive reviews on their products, and when i’m sober i go off on rants to my friends when recommending (or talking shit about) a seltzer. here are my definitive thoughts on the seltzers i’ve tried so far:

the journey starts in 2018- i’d just moved to philly and learned what a beer distributor is, my partner and i got into the habit of Having A Drink After Work Every Night, and found ourselves frequenting the warehouse by our apartment. he loved beer, and i’ve never been a fan. so for the very first time, i picked up some spiked seltzers. i’ve always been a vodka soda girl, so it seemed right up my alley.

speaking of spiked seltzer, the first brand i ever tried was just called Spiked Seltzer (now rebranded as Bon & Viv)

and i was very okay with it. until i tried a different brand- Truly. the difference was astonishing and i recognized two things: i loved spiked seltzer and i absolutely hated Spiked Seltzer. at the time, Truly had better flavor options, but more importantly, it had a cleaner taste, and was lacking the weird sweetness that SS had, with its 4g of sugar in comparison to Truly’s 1g.

this is how i recognized my rubric for critiquing hard seltzers.

is it too sweet?

how drinkable is it?

what are the flavor options like, and how consistent are they?

and for fun, what is its ideal drinking scenario?

it wasn’t until a year later that i tried White Claw. she’s like the la croix of spiked seltzers. she is a fan favorite, easily accessible, very mediocre flavor- neither disappointing nor exciting. 2g of sugar is just under the threshold to not be too weirdly sweet. white claws are incredibly drinkable, the flavors are just muted enough to not be overwhelming when drinking a lot consecutively. she’s a go girl, appropriate for any occasion. however, personally, i’d always opt for a truly instead if i’m looking for an easy-to-find standard go-to. but i’ll never turn down a white claw if it’s offered to me.

the best flavor is easily back cherry, the worst is obviously watermelon. but overall, the quality of the flavors don’t really vary too much, which is expected for such a generic range of flavor profiles.

then we have what i think might be my all-time favorite brand, Wild Basin. when i moved back to austin, i saw these EVERYWHERE and when i realized how dope their flavor combinations were, i picked up a variety pack. there’s the classic lime flavor, which is nothing to write home about necessarily, but out of every brand’s lime offering, theirs is definitely the best. however, the cucumber peach and melon basil flavors are absolutely STUNNING. this was the first time i’d seen a brand experimenting with combinations in such an exciting way. truly had started offering some more unique options by this point, but they weren’t as great as wild basin. she has everything i look for, 0g of sugar, unique but still versatile flavors, and as a side note, great customer service. as i mentioned earlier, i love to send companies my review, and i sent wild basin my glowing thoughts on their seltzer, and they were quick to respond and send me some merch for being a fan. they sent a few stickers, a fanny pack, a tank top, and a cap which was a super nice thing of them to do. they’re the only brand that’s responded to my fan mail.

when she’s around, wild basin is my go-to. the gold standard for seltzers.

they’ve recently released some new flavors which i have not tried yet, but i’m very much looking forward to.

then i revisited Spiked Seltzer, they eventually rebranded themselves as Bon & Viv and i was hesitant for a very long time to try the new recipe out, because of how much i absolutely abhorred the original recipe. (side note: i think they’ve actually rebranded again as just Bon Viv but i digress) i didn’t want to waste my money on getting an entire variety pack, so i waited until the day i came across a single one i could buy- and i tried the pear elderflower flavor. i love elderflower, and i love pear so i was actually excited about this combo.

i was surprised that i didn’t hate it. however, i have never thought about or drank another product from them since trying that one flavor. it was a very disappointing experience. the new recipe has less sugar, which i appreciate- and it just tastes better generally. the original was almost intolerable to drink if the seltzer wasn’t ice cold, this one i finished slowly- but still finished.

then the big beer names started pushing out seltzers. i’ve actually only tried the Natty Light seltzer in the catalina lime mixer flavor, and i’ll be honest with you- i didn’t hate it. i definitely would not categorize it as a hard seltzer though. in my tipsy review that i sent to natty light, i specified that it tastes like “a natty light, but for women,” and i stand by that. it would make a good Drink for Floating The River or a nice Drink To Watch Sports With, but i will never pick one up again.

i haven’t tried the bud light seltzer yet, but i’m sure i’ll have the same feelings.

i love to support local businesses, so obviously i tried the Eastciders seltzer when it came out in the black cherry flavor. it had everything i look for, not sugary, a good non-chemically flavor. i’ve picked it up a couple of times since trying it, but it’s not one i ever actively seek out. she’s nice to pair with dinner, as an enjoyable seltzer with an unobtrusive but decent flavor. the other flavors they offer are on the exact same level as the black cherry- unobtrusive but decent.

finally, most recently, i’ve tried Blue Norther, also a local brand, but more disappointing than eastciders. while i would definitely re-purchase eastciders, i can’t say the same for blue norther. they currently offer three flavors, agave lime, wild blackberry and prickly pear. agave lime smells like sunscreen, and tastes like an incredibly generic lime flavor. i’d rank it higher than white claw’s lime, but that’s not saying a lot considering how mediocre white claw’s lime is. i found myself taking an incredibly long time to drink it, which isn’t a good thing because the second it starts to get warm, it becomes almost undrinkable. i almost want to categorize it with the Beer Brands That Make Seltzers because it has the same vibe as natty light’s seltzer. it would make a great River Day drink, but that’s the only time i would choose to drink it.

the blackberry flavor was also nothing to write home about. it smelled more like artificial blueberry and absolutely does not hold a candle to the wild basin blackberry flavor. the blackberry flavor doesn’t even have the redeeming quality of having a good River Day vibe- it’s just unremarkable.

for next time:

i have a list of who’s up next: i’m looking to try the rest of the Beer Brand seltzers (corona, bud light, shiner), i’ve also been seeing a lot of advertisements for vizzy, so she’ll be coming up. in addition to continue trying the flavors that wild basin and bon viv have to offer.

i’m putting this out into the universe: i would love to get my hands on polar seltzer’s hard seltzer. if you remember, polar’s regular seltzer is my one true love, the end-all-be-all to sparkling water in my heart.

update: putting it out into the universe proved to be beneficial to me- i realized that the total wine by my work sells Arctic Chill so i’ve just picked it up…and she is…literally everything i’ve dreamed of. she is dangerous. she tastes exactly like my all time favorite seltzer, cranberry lime, except with alcohol. i’m scared to try the clementine flavor because i do think i’m going to have war flashbacks to my time in NYC when i would mix clementine with whipped cream flavored vodka (don’t ever buy 6 handles of Wave Vodka let me tell you) but now i am desperate to get my hands on the ginger lime flavor, to compare it to my second all-time favorite seltzer- polar’s ginger lime mule.

so far, wild basin is definitely my top pick, but you can’t go wrong with arctic chill if it’s being made with polar seltzer.

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wineanddinosaur · 5 years

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A Real-Time Countdown to Celebrating New Year’s Eve Around the World

It’s been a long year. So believe us when we say we’re ready for New Year’s Eve — that special time of year when counting in unison is fun, and exuberantly singing strangers seem kind of nice. Whether you celebrate in a packed club, alone under so many blankets, or up in space getting sauced with astronauts (more on that later), New Year’s is a special time on our troubled little planet. It’s our annual, international keg stand to honor Father Time.

To celebrate the global New Year, and because a lot of us are working on NYE and need a way to rationalize some light day drinking, we’re clocking the arrival of 2019 around the world. Thanks to this incredible New Year Map from TimeandDate.com, it’s entirely possible to track who sees it first and who sees it last.

In the spirit of global community, we’ve compiled 10 ways to celebrate as the day progresses, inspired by 30-plus destinations around the world. We based our timeline on Eastern Standard Time (ET) — not due to any East Coast U.S. snobbery, but because that’s where the ball drops in NYC’s Times Square. Besides, we all need a starting (or ending?) point.

6:00 a.m. ET

If you’re on America’s East Coast you’re currently cursing at your alarm (New Year’s Eve is a Monday?), but Samoa and New Zealand’s Chatham Islands are 17 hours ahead and already celebrating. They’re the first to see 2019. Fiji celebrates an hour later, most likely because a poolside massage ran long.

If you’re functioning at 6:00 a.m. and want to toast the South Pacific, you could whip up a quick tiki cocktail in celebration of that timeworn, all-American ode to Polynesian fantasia (here are drink recs from the pros). Or you could try to get your hands on kava, a beverage made from the roots of a plant found in Fiji and other South Pacific islands, and increasingly popular in the U.S.

The clock strikes midnight in Fiji at 7:00 a.m. ET.

10:00 a.m. ET

Brunch-o-clock ET is when Tokyo and Darwin, Australia ring in the new year. Japanese New Year’s is traditionally pretty quiet, but you can honor Tokyo with a tumbler of Hibiki (since that whole “Japanese whisky shortage” thing isn’t likely to get better in 2019).

Australians are deep into summertime by Dec. 31; if Outback commercials are to be believed, they’re mostly limbo-ing the days and nights away. You could limber up, or you could make like Oz’s own Penfolds winemaker Steph Dutton and drink all the Chardonnay.

Beijing, which is 13 hours ahead of ET, will soon ring in 2019. Raise a celebratory shot of Baiju, the No. 1-selling spirit in the world.

Fireworks over Sydney, Australia, which celebrates NYE at 10:00 a.m. ET.

Noon ET

Whether it’s your lunch hour and you’re about to write an email foolishly titled “F this job, it’s New Year’s,” or you’re currently getting out of bed, think of Bangkok, Laos, Jakarta, and Vietnam, where the clock just struck midnight.

The actual Thai New Year isn’t until April, but Vietnamese “Tet,”��the Lunar New Year celebration, begins Jan. 1. If you can get your hands on Vietnamese sticky rice wine, or a bottle of Singha, here’s to counting down 12 more hours.

Bangkok celebrates its new year at 12:00 p.m. ET.

3:00 p.m. ET

It’s officially New Year’s in Moscow, which means our national frenemy is already cheersing 2019 with a bunch of ice-cold vodka (we assume they’re careful when they celebrate, though, because they did run out of it that one time).

If you have access to Champagne and fire, you could make like the Muscovites by writing a New Year’s wish on a piece of paper, burning it, and then dumping the ashes into bubbly. In Russia, they down the whole glass before the clock strikes 12:01 a.m.

When celebrating NYE in Moscow, revelers write a New Year’s wish on a piece of paper, burn it, and pour the ashes into bubbly. They are then tasked with drinking the Champagne before 12:01 a.m.

7:00 p.m. ET

At this hour, those of us in this time zone probably still have shreds of civility. But in Edinburgh, where 2019 has just made her 12:00 a.m. GMT appearance, revelers are deep in the clutches of Hogmanay, a three-day New Year’s celebration with ancient Norse, Gaelic, and French roots. Honor their inebriation by sipping on a smooth Macallan. Alternately, drink like a real-life Scottish bartender, or see if they have any of those Tiny Cans for Tiny Hands left available from Trump’s visit.

Frankfurt, Paris, Prague, Warsaw, Madrid, Stockholm, and Amsterdam all hit New Year’s at 6:00 p.m. ET, so feel free to start your dinner with the Pilsner, Pinot, or, um, edible of your choice.

When it’s midnight in Edinburgh, revelers are deep in the clutches of Hogmanay, a three-day New Year’s celebration with ancient Norse, Gaelic, and French roots.

10:00 p.m. ET

It’s midnight in parts of Brazil and Buenos Aires, Argentina, which probably means a lot of people are dancing really, really well somewhere. An easy way to honor the global celebration is to mix something light and fresh with Cachaca, the Brazilian spirit used in the Caipirinha. It’s somewhat similar to rhum agricole and unaged tequilas. Try it on ice, in a Caipirinha, or even as a stand-in for gin in a Negroni.

Toast the new year in Brazil by drinking Caipirinhas and dancing really, really well.

Midnight ET

That’s you! Happy New Year! If you’re actually in New York and find yourself in Times Square (on a dare?), godspeed. You need a drink. Any drink.

But it’s also New Year’s in Peru, Ecuador, Jamaica, Cuba, Montreal, and a super-northerly place called Grise Fjord, an Inuit territory in Canada that’s one of the coldest inhabited places in the world and has awesome sled dogs like this.

So drink some Champagne, or Pisco, or some Appleton Estate, and toast to the pets and pours that keep us happy all year long.

If you find yourself in Times Square at midnight in NYC, you likely need a drink. Any drink.

3:00 a.m. ET

If you’re on ET, you’re either rationalizing another cocktail or you’ve made the incredibly wise choice of finding greasy food to (maybe?) fend off the first hangover of 2019. It’s just turning into 2019 in L.A., Seattle, and (almost) Juneau. If you’re somehow still drinking, grab an Alaskan Amber or sip some of Juneau’s own Malaga gin.

It’s also 2019 in a place called Pitcairn Island, a British territory in the South Pacific, which is interesting because it’s the only place we know of where pissed-off sailors comprise a significant portion of the population. (The volcanic island’s tiny population is descended from Tahitians and 1789 mutineers from the HMS Bounty, as in “Mutiny on the Bounty”.) You could toast Pitcairn with navy-strength gin.

Seattle, Los Angeles, and Pitcairn Island, in the South Pacific, celebrate New Year’s at 3:00 a.m. ET.

6:00 a.m. ET

Only a couple of places still haven’t seen the new year, including American Samoa and Baker Island. Because time zones are so very arbitrary, Baker Island is a stone’s throw, Earth-wise, from Samoa, but they celebrate the New Year 26 hours apart. Neither of these Pacific islands is particularly known for its coffee (fun fact: American Samoa’s largest export is canned tuna!), but probably that’s what you should be drinking right about now.

It is midnight in American Samoa at 6:00 a.m. ET. If you’re on eastern time, you should probably switch to coffee.

Sweet Dreams

If you think you’ve had a long night, remember that the International Space Station rings in the new year 16 times. That’s 16 attempts at remembering the words to “Auld Lang Syne.” In a tiny space capsule. Happy 2019!

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