Beerus X Whis Novels & Stories

She was terrified when she saw several people watching her, especially they all looked like they were in a group of masher men. "Don't worry, I will protect you!" whispered Eric right in Reya's ear who felt goosebumps at this. Reya nodded her head, she didn't understand what the four of them would do in here. She thought he had just come to sit down to look at his three friends, but he was wrong, Lilo ordered several kinds of bottles of alcohol to decorate their empty table. Whiskey, Vodka, Wine, and Brandy, which of these four alcohols have fairly high alcohol content.

Taking another gulp from the beer bottle, Leo exhaled deeply. "You look so drained. How much do you have running through your mind?" His father inquired, pulling at the stool next to him. "The bar has different sort of options for this kind of mood you are in. Why did you go for the beer instead?" Ethan asked reaching out to the wine rack for a whiskey. Getting himself a glass he poured the content into it. Leo threw his head to the back as he rubbed at his neck. "I just felt like it's the one thing I definitely need."

And also to save the whiskey. "To winning," they repeated, each man's voice rolling together into a single sound. Khyle raised his glass as well and started to take a sip of the beer he didn't really want. His phone chose that moment to buzz in his pocket. He preferred coolers to suds, but it was considered girly, thus worthy of endless teasing from the boys. So he stuck to beer and shots of whatever was being ordered. He reached around between his back and the chair he was settled into and pulled it free.

Ryker's POV "Here is the USB with everything you need for the investigation." Daniel was already at the bar when I got there, and we arrived at the bar almost at the same time. We immediately sat down at the table in front of the bartender and asked for an Old Fashioned. This is Daniel's and my favorite mixed drink. The Wild Turkey 101 Bourbon Whiskey, sugar syrup, and ice give it the classic flavor of bitters, and the lemon peel on top makes it even better. This is the best summer whiskey drink we've ever had.

Helena. I read the name on her tag and I smile back at her. She has such a sweet contagious smile. "Bring her a bottle of Hennessy and two bottles of Pabst for me." "A bottle of Hennessey and two bottles of Pabst coming right up!" The sweet barmaid says, after writing down our order. "You love your bear, huh?" "I am more of a whiskey person but since I offered to babysit someone I think a couple of beers will do."

I say, frowning when their tall figures now obstruct my view of the spitfire pianist behind them. Marcos snorts. “Well, if you were paying attention and not lost in thoughts, you’d have heard us complaining about the traffic on our way here.” “Besides, why here?” Nathaniel pipes in, raising a questioning brow. “This isn’t our usual celebration spot.” Before I can respond, the waiter returns with my bottle of whiskey then proceeds to take the guys’ orders too. Marcos selects the Delirium Tremens Belgian Ale, claiming it’s a beer night for him while Nathaniel typically goes for something sweeter—a Rémy Martin Louis XIII Cognac.

She picks up the beer and takes a large swallow of it while nudging his shot glass closer to him. James picks up the shot glass full of clear liquid and sniffs it making a face. "Just drink it son. C'mon you can't let your mother outdrink you." His pride properly stung he downs the shot of what turns out to be tequila in one swallow. The fiery liquid burns its way down his throat and into the pit of his stomach. "Jesus that is strong." "Yeah it's Herradura, potent stuff hon. Drink your beer it will give you balance." Ellen tells him as she tips back her own beer once again taking a large swallow.

I, on the other hand, am trying my best to let my skirt to get in my way. "Wanna grab a drink?" He asks after a couple songs play. I nod in response and walk with him to the bar. He orders two shots, I have no clue what they are, and two Morettis. I have no clue what that is but I'm guessing beer. The bartender grabs two shot glasses and fills them up with a caramel brown colored liquid before handing us two beer bottles. "It's whiskey," Nicola tells me as he hands me a shot glass. We both take it, letting the liquid leave a burning sensation in our throats as it goes down.

I asked in a low voice, curiosity mixing with confusion. Conor flashed a big smile, showing off his pearly whites—something I hadn't seen much of. He looked so large and at ease sitting on that barstool, and when our eyes met, I found his energy oddly entertaining. "So, there’s this beer called Stella Artois. And if you want to spice things up, you order a shot of Jack Daniels with it, which they call a Jack Backer. Whiskey, in my opinion, is just good for the soul." He drifted into thought, his gaze momentarily distant, as if he was pondering something beyond the conversation. "And what about the Surfer on Acid?" I asked again, my grin turning a bit crooked as I tried to keep up with him.