Aries: Jäger Bomb
Taurus: Classic Margarita
Cancer: The Gentleman
Libra: Strawberry Daiquiri
Scorpio: Bloody Mary
Leo: Whiskey Sour
Capricorn: Long Island Tea
Aquarius: Mai Tai
Pisces: Vodka Martini
120ml | 4fl oz | ½ cup freshly squeezed blood orange juice
60ml | 2fl oz | ¼ cup cranberry juice
80ml | 2.7fl oz | 1/3 cup vodka (I used Żubrówka)
60ml | 2fl oz | ¼ cup Cointreau
dash orange bitters
blood orange slices to garnish, or orange peel
1. Fill two martini glasses with ice to chill them. 2. Add all the ingredients to your cocktail shaker together with a large handful of ice. Shake vigorously for 30 seconds. 3. Discard the ice from the glasses and strain the cocktail between the two. Garnish with a ribbon of orange peel or a thin slice of blood orange.
flamboyant and a little bit sinister: the louis tomlinson story
“One of the lads I play football (soccer, if you’re American and wrong) with at Uni is from Doncaster and went to the same school as Louis Tomlinson. He sat next to him in English and describes him as ‘Flamboyant as he seems and a little bit sinister.’”
Rules: Enter your answers then tag 10 people! Use the first letter of your name to answer each question. Real answers only. If the person who tagged you has the same initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use the same word twice.
Name: Carolien A four-letter word: crow A boy’s name: Cedric An occupation: coroner Something you wear: cape ;) A food: cake Something you find in a bathroom: charcoal mask A place: Croatia A reason for being late: car trouble Something you shout: CRAP A movie title: Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Something you drink: Cosmopolitan An animal: cat A type of car: Citroen Title of a song: Cities in Dust (my Siouxsie and the Banshees)
Cosmosexual: The female (semi)equivalent of a man being “Metrosexual.” A cosmosexual woman interacts with men and life primarily for momentary ‘high-status’ ego gratification, and not real relationship. Exemplified by women’s 'power image’ magazines such as Cosmo and Vogue.
The design is the inverse of the metrosexual pride flag, with a cosmopolitan alcoholic drink as the image.
Dean goes over to Charlie’s for a game night and he gets there and doesn’t really know anybody. He’s polite and stuff but doesn’t go out of his way to make conversation, more content to watch the heated game of monopoly everyone’s engaged in.
Then Charlie breaks out Scattegories and Dean freakin’ loves Scattegories. But the only problem is that there are too many people and not enough boards and cards so they have to partner up. Dean awkwardly shuffles around partnerless until some guy comes up to him and asks if Dean would play with him. Dean grins and they sit down on the couch next to each other.
“Ah man, I friggin’ love this game,” Dean says excitedly to his new partner.
"I haven’t actually ever played it before,“ the guy responds. Dean looks at him with wide eyes.
"Dude, you’re totally missing out. Don’t worry though, it’s really easy,” he quickly starts to explain the rules as Charlie sorts through trying to find matching cards for everyone. “So basically, we’re gonna get this card that has like, a list of 12 things on it. And they’re categories, right?” The guy nods, blue eyes keenly focused on Dean. Dean wavers a little under the attention. He clears his throat before he continues. “Right, uh, well. There’s a letter and we have to come up with something with that letter that matches the category. And there’s a time limit. You got it?"
The car picks them up at 9, and Roxy blows Merlin a goodbye kiss (so as not to smudge her lipstick).
Merlin claps Eggsy on the back and grins at him. “Go and get plastered, lad. You deserve it.”
“Merlin, you’re the guv’nor.” Eggsy grins, elbowing him cheekily.
*** “Let’s get this stag-do started then!” Roxy grins, ordering them a round of cocktails.
They drink Cosmopolitans while Roxy wipes the floor with Eggsy at pool.
“Since when did you know ‘ow ta play pool?” Eggsy whines. “When we was recruits, you was well shit at it!”
“Yes, well, I practiced.” Roxy smirks, downing the rest of her cocktail. “Come on, it’s too depressing for me to keep beating you at pool. Let’s go get more drinks.”
*** Rainbow shots has become somewhat a tradition between Roxy and Eggsy, so Roxy orders a tray full and offers them to the people drinking near them.
“What’s the occasion?” One man asks playfully, looking Roxy up and down.
“My best friend is getting married!” Roxy cheers, downing a shot and hugging Eggsy tightly.
Eggsy laughs, downing his shot too and squeezing Roxy in return.
*** They stagger from pubs to clubs, somehow joining a group of fellow drinkers. When the others find out the occasion, they all insist on buying Eggsy drinks while he tells them all about Harry.
“An’ he’s so fuckin’ fit, ya get me? Like he’s in ‘is 50s bruv but he is so fuckin’ fit.” Eggsy explains to the bloke opposite in between sips of his drink. “And the sex is amazing. I mean, he does this thing where-”
“Right, I think I should get you home now.” Roxy laughs, dragging Eggsy away from the bar. “Harry won’t be happy you’re telling everyone about your sex life.”
“I fuckin’ love ‘im, Rox.” Eggsy says solemnly, leaning heavily against her side. “I fuckin’ love ‘im so much.”
“Babe,” I jump, not paying attention to what Colin was saying, rather deciding to stare at Nate from across the room.
Colin was rather tough on Nate, yes he did me wrong, but come on. He was focused on his career, and he’s let loose. And he looks amazing too.
His jaw is more defined with the scruff that has grown onto his face, his hair a giant fluff on his head.
“(Y/N), are you paying attention to me?”
I know he’s talking about football. “Babe, you know I never listen when you talk about football.” I groan, resting my chin in my hand.
Sure, I was interested in football, but he was excessive with it.
“Come on, this is important.” He grabs my hand and I look at him. “Football season is starting up again.” He sighs.
“I know.” I nod, taking the fry from Colin’s hand. I’d always travel with him and the rest of his team, I was always a big 49ers fan.
“This the one time you can’t come with me.” I drop the fry, my eyes widening.
Not in shock, but in excitement, a plan brewing in my head.
“Really? I mean, it was only a matter of time.” I pretend to be upset, hiding the smile on my face, “But why?”
“Coach thinks I don’t focus as hard when you’re around.”
“It’s not my fault you’re in love with me.” I smile, shrugging.
“Come on, I’m sorry you can’t come, but I promise to call you whenever I can.”
“Of course.” He stands, sliding into the booth next to me, giving me a kiss.
“Public Display of Affection! That’s not allowed here!” A familiar voice yells, coming towards us. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N)!”
It’s my, correction, Nate’s brother, Stew. I always referred to Stew as my brother, because he acts like it all the time, but it seems inappropriate since Nate and I aren’t together. I jump out of the booth to give him a hug.
“Stewie! I haven’t seen you in so long.” Nate and Stew were about the same height, so Stew towered over me just like Nate did.
I hear Colin clear his throat and I turn to him. He looks upset, and I brush it off.
“Stew, this is Colin, my boyfriend.”
“Kinda figured when he had his tongue down your throat, but continue.” Stew states, seemingly annoyed.
“Colin, this is Stew, Nate’s little brother.” They firmly shake hands, before Colin grabs my arm.
“Come on, baby girl. I gotta pack for the season.”
“Wait, (Y/N), can I talk to you?”
“Just call me.”
Colin picks up the bags and I take a few as well, leaving a free hand for my phone, I plug my headphones in, waiting for Stew to call me, he’s probably waiting for us to leave.
Once we get in the car, Stew decided to call me.
“So, lil mama, I heard you aren’t going with Colin this season.” Nate’s voice radiates within my headphones.
“Yeah, how’d you know?” I turned down the volume just in case Colin can hear him.
“Stew was sitting across from you guys.”
“Oh, but why does that concern you.”
“I need an excuse to hang with you without worrying about Colin, perfect opportunity. We have a whole 4 months. We could catch up.”
“What exactly do you mean by that?” I lower my voice a bit. I see Colin glance my way, and I snap and point toward the road, making him pay attention.
“Why are you so sexual? It’s hot, but that’s not what I meant.”
“Sorry, I just kinda assumed.”
“Um, not the best of times to ask that. Give me like five minutes.”
“Kay, so when is he leaving?”
“Hey, Colin, when are you leaving?”
“Because I want to know.”
“Yeah, I just have to finish packing and I’m leaving.”
“Sorry, Na- I mean Stew.” Colin yanks the headphone out of my phone, pressing speakerphone.
“Why the fuck are you calling my girlfriend?”
“Because I wanted to talk to my older sister.” Stew’s voice comes back, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
He looks at me, and I roll my eyes. I plug my headphones back in, putting them back in my ears.
“Anyway, what did you want to do?”
“Oh, there’s a party tonight, Sam could pick you up.”
“Sounds fun, how should I dress?”
“Sexy. Just for me Lil Mama.”
“Okay, I’ll talk to Sam.”
“Nah, I gotchu babe. Just be ready when Sam comes.” I smile, saying goodbye as we pull up to the house.
Colin lets me out, grabbing all of the bags as I go unlock the door.
“Kiss before I leave?” He smirks, knowing he just got way more than a kiss a minute ago. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, and I didn’t have one. I didn’t see the point.
“No. You have to leave. This is why your coach thinks I’m a distraction, you always trying to fuck.” I joke, pushing him back.
“How can you blame me? I got the baddest woman of them all.”
Hahaha, trust me. Savor that while you can. Cause I’m going to Nate after this.
I plug in my hair curler, and pick up my makeup bag.
“Where you going?” He asks, pulling on a T-Shirt and sweatpants.
“Sam. You remember him.”
“Is Nate gonna be there?” He asks, leaning over me to kiss on my neck.
“Not that I know of. Now hurry up and get your stuff, you’re gonna be late.”
After Colin finishes and starts to leave, I pick out my outfit and finish my hair.
“Bye baby! I love you!”
“Don’t do anything stupid! And make sure you don’t get hurt!” I yell, trying to perfect my eyeliner and mascara.
My phone rings, and I put it on speakerphone.
“(Y/N)? You ready?” Sam asks, turning down the radio in his car.
“Are you here?”
“I’m turning onto your block yeah.”
“Okay the door will be open.”
“Alright I’ll see you in a bit.”
“Okay.” I run and open the door, going back to the room and shut the door getting dressed. Once I spray on perfume and put on my watch, Sam knocks on my door.
“Come on (Y/N)! You take for-fucking-ever.”
“Sorry! Here I am!” I open the door and Sam’s jaw drops.
“Damn, really trying hard to look good for Nate huh?”
“He said sexy, I’m just dressing the part.”
He drives us to the party, and I can hear the booming bass outside of the club. The club was right by a secluded beach, the waves looking beautiful this time of night.
We go inside, and I can spot Nate by the bar. I part from Sam and approach him.
I place my hand on his back, ordering a drink.
“Cosmopolitan, thank you.” The bartender nods, quickly fixing my drink.
“Hello to you too. Looking mighty fine if I do say so myself.” Nate speaks up, placing his hand on my bare thigh.
“So do you, Mr. Maloley.” I smile, taking a sip of my drink.
“Well, finish your drink little lady, cause that’s the only one you’re getting on my watch.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you controlled the amount of alcohol I consume.”
“But I do.” He leans towards my ear, “Because I want you to remember all the things that happen tonight.”
“I’ll gladly accept that offer.”
“Shall we dance?” He questions as ‘Again’ by Fetty Wap echoes through the club.
“Gladly.” I stand, him walking me to the dance floor. We start to dance through all the songs, having fun and rapping along with the lyrics.
“I kinda wanna leave. Want to be alone.” I tell him, pulling him from the dance floor.
“Fine by me. Wanna come to my place?”
“Nah, lets go to the beach. Much more romantic.” I pull his arm, leading him to the beach. Once we are a far enough distance from the club, and any other buildings for that, I take off my heels.
“The beach is absolutely gorgeous at night.” I say, keeping my eyes on the water.
I feel Nate’s hand interlock with mine, something he’d do to get my attention. I look up at him, and he turns away for a second.
“I know you’re happy with Colin-” he whispers, more to himself than me.
“I was happier with you.” I blurt out, causing Nate to stop in his tracks.
“You trusted me more than Colin could ever imagine. You knew I wouldn’t do anything I knew wasn’t right.” I roll my eyes. “I haven’t smoked in a year and a half. Colin wouldn’t let me. He’s really commited to it.”
He smirks at me, pulling a bag with four joints in his pocket. I smile, snatching it from his hand.
“I call all four. I can’t promise I’ll share.” I joke, taking one out of the bag and handing it to him.
We sit down on the beach, facing one another.
He laughs at my eagerness when he hands me his lighter and I light it immediately, taking a long drag.
“You’re really happy about that blunt.” He smiles, and I laugh right along with him.
“I’m happy for you, Nate. I’m sorry I walked out on you.” I solemnly state, crawling into his lap.
“It’s fine, I deserved it. I should’ve payed more attention to you.”
“I pre-ordered Maloski as soon as it was available. And I went to the concerts too. I just didn’t have the heart to go to a meet and greet.” I take another drag after that statement, the smoke flowing seamlessly.
“Just stay here with me. I need you.”
“Fuck Colin, he doesn’t understand you like I do.”
It took me a moment to respond, I weighed my options heavily, thinking of the worst case scenario for the choice I was about to make.
“Let’s just ditch L.A. Let’s go back home. Back to Omaha.”