Beerus X Whis Novels & Stories

I couldn’t help noticing that they were all muscley, tan, and earth shatteringly gorgeous. “What can I get ya?” I asked when they reached the bar, plastering a smile on my face. “Oooh, I recommend the bamboo shooter.” Orchid squealed, squeezing herself between the bar and the closest wolf. “Thanks.” He responded dryly. “I think I’ll stick with whiskey, on the rocks.” “Oh, you are whale-cum. Get it, Whale. Cum? You know, cuz you got a moby dick?” Orchid was practically drooling on his shirt. Not that I blamed her, he was a good-looking man.

Tessa's hand entered the door code until the sound of clicking made the two enter quickly to avoid the cold weather because of the snow that returned heavily, even though the temperature is currently three degrees. "Want to have a drink with me?" Tessa glanced at Axel before, finally, releasing his hands that were hugging her waist. Tessa's small feet immediately took out the whiskey she kept in the drawer of the pantry table. "Since when do you have whiskey?" Axel didn't expect Tessa to pull out the whiskey. "Confidential." Tessa blinked one eye and approached Axel with two glasses and a bottle of whiskey in her right hand. balvenie thirty 30 years whiskey. The most expensive whiskey Tessa

Jax asked. "Brandy, Gin, Rum, Tequila, Vodka, and Whiskey." Raine replied. "Name at least 3 top whiskeys." Jax responded. "Jack Daniel's, Jim Beam, Jameson, Crown Royal, Maker's Mark, do you want me to list more?" Raine asked. "Nah, that'll do. Dress code is tank top and shorts." Jax smirked. "When do I start?" Raine asked.

“The key to this drink is the hefeweizen beer. Grab me a bottle, and we’ll get to work,” he instructed. When he turned his attention to the jackass demanding the obscure drink, Chris dialed up the charm. “Not everyone has a palate as high-class as you, sir. I’d take The Barbecue over a regular whiskey drink any day!” “You got that right,” the man replied, puffing out his chest like a peacock. Chris mixed a dab of Jack Daniel’s with Maker’s Mark, adding an extra jigger to hopefully put the man on his head. Making swift work with his

" Beer, coolers, martinis, Jack and Cokegin and tonic, cosmos, mojito , coffee, water, shooters (dirty hookers, sex on the beach bottle a's, Dr. Pepper, China White Snakebite, B-52, jägerbomb, Irish , Red Bull, pop, fruit mixes, spritz." " Which one is highly alcoholic? Tell me which one can give me relief?" " Sir there is nothing who can give you relief this is just a temporary enjoyment." " Give me a glass of beer and some shorts" "Okay sure sir." I took a sip of my beer and swayed to the beat, a little drunk and grinning because I knew it. The air was hot and cool and so were the guys, just how I liked it. Here I didn’t need to talk or tell jokes and be charming; everything that needed to

I like beer, it helps me unwind and sometimes it makes me feel mellow Whiskey's too rough, champagne costs too much, vodka puts my mouth in gear This little refrain should help me explain as a matter of fact I like beer My wife often frowns when we're out on the town And I'm wearing a suit and a tie She's sipping vermouth and she thinks I'm uncouth When I yell as the waiter goes by I like beer, it makes me a jolly good fellow I like beer, it helps me unwind and sometimes it makes me feel mellow Whiskey's too rough, champagne costs too much, vodka puts my mouth in gear This little refrain should help me explain as a matter of fact I like beer Last night I dreamed that I passed from the scene

I stay in the room for a few more minutes before the nagging in the back of my head forces me to get up and head up the stairs. I walk to the cellar and pick one of the aged whiskeys I got as a gift from the Stillwater pack. They have the best distilleries in the world and have one of the best brands both in the werewolf community and outside of it. What the humans don’t know is, their aged whiskey is strong enough to knock out even a werewolf, they found a way to manipulate wolfsbane and make it less dangerous but strong enough to make people delirious. I pour a glass and take a seat at the bar, my head feels heavy and it is starting to throb.

William said. Emmy spoke up, “Just a Beamish Irish Stout and a Heineken Ireland, My Love!” The bartender, in his early thirties, quickly attended to the couple’s order. Two large glasses of dark, black beer were served cold on the bar in front of Emmy and William. “Cheers, Emmy Darling!” William said, clinking their glasses together before taking a few big sips.

Something about the color is soft and sexy, and it gives me the courage to go along with my plan. My Christmas list may be short, but it's certainly specific. A man with arrogance and enough of a hot body to take my mind off the pain that haunts me tonight. I grab the drink menu and flip it open. It lands exactly on the page I need. American Whiskey . The best kind there is, damn it. My jaw drops when I read the prices.

I catch the uncertainty underneath it, and something in my chest softens further. "It looks and smells amazing, thank you." There's a fresh beer on the table as well, and he cracks his lid as I reach for the new bottle. I don't recognise the label, and Xander sees me reading it. "These are from the bears. They have moonshine in them." I quirk my eyebrow at him, and he grins. I kind of thought the point of drinking beer wasn't to get wasted, not with our metabolism. You get a pleasant buzz for a while, then you sober up. Even if you drink hard for a long time, you wouldn't get drunk on normal beer.