The Fourth Zaldizko 14 Famine's Cocktail

I stood on a polished wooden balcony where its gold and silver-gla.s.s skewed rails (patterned in triangular loops and crisscrossing lines to form weird star shapes) curved down to the floor below. I leaned over the rail to take in more of the lower floor's posh-rich features.

The gold-silver walls were patterned in the same design as the balcony rails. Light poured into the room from the white stained-gla.s.s windows that formed star segments. It was amplified by the gla.s.s fairy b.a.l.l.s that hovered in the air above our heads. Black decorative vases of various floral qualities was aesthetically placed around shelves and flat s.p.a.ces of the floor to dull down the gold's over brilliance.

An L-shaped arrangement of brown leather love seats were placed towards one end of the floor where an entire wall section was stacked with shelved books.

My eyes lit up at the sight towards my left.

"Ooh, that's clever." I pointed to a flower shaped seating arrangement of single leather chairs around a dark wood circular table.

It was nestled towards the corner against a wall of gla.s.s panels framed in gold.

The panels created a part.i.tion between the seating area and a vast arrangement of gla.s.s bottles and decanters (holding colourful liquids) behind a polished burnished wooden bar area with a row of dark wooden stools before it.

We followed Trix down the gold wrought iron steps that was shaped as rose petals and walked around the floral seating to a gla.s.s door that opened to the bar area.

Trix pushed the door to one side and went around the bartender's side of the burnished bar counter.

"Take a load off gentlemen. Have a drink with me." Trix offered.

Death and I glanced at each other. We shrugged our shoulders and dumped our bedding on a set of stools, taking up the ones nearby. What could one toxic drink do to our already overtired minds?

"What's your poison?" Trix asked Death with one of his signature tacky grins.

Death groaned. "Famine. Are you sure he's a captain? Doesn't seem responsible enough for one."

He cursed at the finger flick he felt to his forehead.

"Don't be rude Big Brother." Trix scolded Death.

Death glared at Trix and scolded back.

I groaned at the Battle of the Eldest Brothers going on between them.

I rose from my stool and helped myself to a drink, recognising some liquid brands from recipes I had memorised from Velvet Rose magazines.

"Right." I licked my lips, grabbing bottles with purple, pink and green contents from the shelves.
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I eagerly seized a decanter of gold liquid, searched for and found a metal shaker. The only ingredient missing was crushed ice.

"Yes!" I breathed out with delight as I scooped a bucket load from the ice pale near Trix.

I laid out my tools for a perfect c.o.c.ktail and made alcoholic magic happen with my hands. I measured and poured the liquid into a shaker, gave it a vigorous shake. I frowned when I realised there wasn't any pretty triangular c.o.c.ktail gla.s.ses.

"On the second shelf to your left," Trix said.

I clapped my hands, locating the c.o.c.ktail gla.s.ses on the shelf to my left and grabbed three. The final touch was just the right amount of crushed ice in each gla.s.s, a slow pour of the liquid and top off with pretty red umbrella sticks leaning against the edge of the gla.s.ses' rims.

"Ooh." Trix and Death clapped.

I frowned. Since when did they stop their arguing and paid attention to me.

"Looks too pretty to drink." Death beamed proudly at my tricoloured gold, green and pink c.o.c.ktail glistening in the gla.s.s.

"It's official. You're the squad's bartender." Trix heartily slapped my back. He took a swig.

"Barbarian." I noted his downing of his drink in one go with disapproval.

"Holy c.r.a.p! This is good s.h.i.t!" Trix licked his lips.

Death sighed and tastefully sipped on his. "Ignore the ape, Famine."

"If you don't hurry up and down that drink, I'll steal that gla.s.s out of your hands Death." Trix teased Death's slow sipping.

Death growled back at Trix with heated sarcasm.

The scene made my brows lift with surprise. It was the first time I saw Death show this side of himself to anyone else other than his brothers.

"Wow, you two hit it off well, huh." I spoke my thought aloud over sips of my c.o.c.ktail.

This made both men pause and turn away from each other.

"I'm almost at my limit. I'll show you men to your beds." Trix returned the situation back to the matter of rooms.

We finished our drinks, grabbed our bedding and walked the straight length of the bar area. We pa.s.sed through another gla.s.s sliding door that opened into a black-gold hallway.