Blacklion Vodka Novels & Stories

asked Sky in a muddled tone. “Will tell you someday” said Luke with a deep sigh of frustration. “I will have the same as Alpha” said Riley causally while keeping the menu down. “Which one?” asked Liam confusedly as there were three Alpha in their group. “Alpha Luke” said Riley with a nervous smile. “Okay, sir. Two shots of Diamond Martini, one bottle of Black Pearl Louis XIII Anniversary Edition, and one bottle of Diamond Jubilee by Johnnie Walker” waiter repeated like a robot, he turned towards Sky and Liam, and continued,

The pack bartender slides over to our slot and takes my order—a heavy pour of single malt fire-whiskey. I do not utter a single syllable for a few long minutes, and the air between our stools grows incredibly thick and awkward. The whole intense conversation we just had inside the Mustang makes a massive amount of sense now. When the bartender hands my throat the burning drink, I take a massive gulp and glance sideways at Ivanov. I think his inner wolf is just as shocked by the twin trick as my beast is. "Is there any other secret pack business I should know about your bloodline?" I ask, wiping my mouth.

After the day I have had, I feel like I need something stronger than juice. Taylor smiles at me. "Of course. What's your poison?" "Um, I am not a big wine drinker. Do you have any vodka?" "I know just the thing." Taylor dives into the fridge, pulling out a chilled bottle of Zubrowka bison grass vodka, ginger ale and some cloudy apple juice. He grabs some ice and a cocktail shaker and starts pouring the various ingredients. He pulls a funny face while shaking the cocktail, pretending to be Tom Cruise, and then with a flourish pours the drink into a tall glass in front of me. I take a small sip, unsure of what I am letting myself in for.

“Do you know what you’d like to order? Can I get you started on some drinks?” “Wolf-proof vodka, Scortha, if you have it. Double, on the rocks. No twist,” Ella snapped. The waiter, whose nametag read Bob, nodded and typed it into his POS. “Of course. He looked at me. “Some human-proof Chardonnay would be perfect,” I said. “Do you have a house brand?” “Absolutely.” He nodded again and typed, then met my eyes with a wink. “Though I have a feeling the owner will give you the good stuff he keeps in the back.”

Brandon's smile widened even more when I placed his hand on my hips. Taking our sits at the bar, we were given samples of the new drinks that were to be released on midnight. 'Lustful sin' was my favorite of them all. Rum and vodka mixed with cranberry and strawberry juice with a salted caramel topping. It was amazing. Brandon by my side, talked to some of his colleagues. I still hadn't asked him what he was doing but I thought I would found out shortly.

They are crying because of. of... Love? I really can't believe it! They used to hate boys then now they will say this to me? Oh my goodness! My best friends are in love!! But... To who? Aeroll's Point of View Arice and I are almost drunk because of this vodka. We've already drink three bottles of Devil Spring Vodka with 80% alcohol by volume and in fact, Devil Spring is one of the most infamous vodkas on the planet. So tell me, did we really shouldn't be intoxicated yet if we drink high alcohol content of vodka?

"I heard this is your favorite. What do you think--authentic?" Kerwin's long fingers traced the rim of the glass as he smiled faintly. "I don't flatter people with lies. I'm afraid you were scammed." "Oh?" Liam asked. "How so?" "It's far too rough. Definitely a fake." Liam set his glass down calmly. "The vodka's real," he said. "I just added something extra." Kerwin shot to his feet. "Liam--what the hell is this?" Liam gently swirled the liquid in his glass, his tone casual--like discussing the weather.

she said with a grin. "What are we going to call the other one? Johnny Walker? Bacardi? Jim Bean? How about we just skip brands and go straight for Vodka or whiskey?" Damon asked with a chuckle, though he did have to admit, he kind of liked it too. He shook his head when Clary laughed.

He was quite mischievous by nature, after all. Heather chimed in at one side, “It’s so easy to make money while working under you, Director Locke.” As she spoke, she goaded Evan and said, “I would definitely finish ten glasses in a row if I were you.” Evan looked at the vodka with a frown. The vodka had an alcohol content of 40 percent, which was indeed much lower than that of the previous bottles of liquor. However, he really couldn’t hold his liquor. Was he going to drink himself unconscious here today for a pay raise? Still, he didn’t forget to remind Matthias by saying, “I had a glass of vodka just now.”

Khalan's POV The fire was going strong, throwing off enough heat to almost make you forget we were surrounded by a hostile, dark forest. Dylan, bless his heart, decided we needed to 'normalize the experience.' I guess that's wolf speak for 'get dangerously drunk.' He brought out a bottle wrapped in a burlap sack. "Gentlemen, and ladies," he announced, holding it up like it was a trophy. "This is not your standard convenience store poison. This is a special brew—150 proof, distilled from mountain moonshine and warded against natural immunities. Basically, it’ll get a werewolf drunk, which means we all get drunk."