Novel & Cerita Blacklion 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.

A required level of civility to make their strange, pampered, alcoholically frayed dystopian utopia bearable again. Lala wandered into the pantry herself and pulled a bottle of Stolichnya vodka from the half empty case. She opened the soft drinks fridge. Orange juice or red bull? Red bull. It had not existed when she began serious drinking, and now its heavily caffeinated, sugary flavour served to keep the mental dullness she preferred to spend her days on the right side of alert.

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."

Liam's POV Liam's Penthouse “What a day it has been, phew,” I sighed, sinking into the leather chair in my penthouse study. I set my phone on the table and bit my lower lip, still thinking about everything that had happened. With a tired swing, I spun the chair around and opened one of the drawers of my desk. There, I found a rare bottle of Dalmore 64 Trinitas—one of only three ever made. I grabbed a glass and poured myself some whiskey, admiring the deep amber liquid as it caught the light. I swirled the glass slowly before bringing it close to my nose, closing my eyes to enjoy the rich aroma of vanilla, caramel, and honey.

"The third code is locked... to the guild's bloodline. If I give it to a Lycan who isn't registered... the vault self-destructs anyway..." Ivan sighed, setting the parchment down. He stood up, walking slowly toward the hanging merchant. He reached into his coat and pulled out a small, glass vial containing a swirling, milky-white liquid—the Feral’s Kiss, a highly illegal neurotoxin derived from the nightshade of the southern swamps. In small doses, it caused agonizing pain; in large doses, it permanently shattered a Lycan or human’s cognitive mind, reducing them to a mindless, drooling husk.

I asked, closing the menu book in my hand and placing it on the table. "Only a few drinks that have a high enough alcohol content can make the werewolf and Leykan feel the 'drunk' effect. Although the feeling of being drunk only lasts for a short period of time," he replied with a sigh and then closed his menu. "In the castle I keep a bottle of special liqueur from Estonia which is quite strong. But strangely last night the bottle just disappeared." His gaze that looks flat but the look in his eyes tells me he already knows who didit. I raised my hand to call the waiter to change the topic of our conversation as soon as possible.

He balanced himself on his toes and still had the watch in a countdown. He patted her head as she was on the floor shaking. “If you didn’t have too may drinks, this would have been slower” he said. “W-what are you talking about?” she asked softly. “Well poison that’s all” he patted her head again and then grabbed on and pulled her up, and put the timer in her face. “The venom of a Redback Spider causes all the symptoms you’re having now, and can kill a human under an hour. You ingested five to six doses and that could accelerate your death” he grinned.