Champagne Problems Novels & Stories

"Champagne is meant to be sipped and savored, not gulped down teenage throats." "Maybe not. But it wasn't exactly Cristal we were drinking them, remember. It wasn't actually champagne-it was some kind of German sparkling wine. Whatever it was, it did the trick. Got us good and buzzed, which led to-" She stopped talking abruptly. "Anyway. Here-will you pop the cork, please? I usually end up breaking some of it into the bottle, which is a pain in the ass."

I whisper. He drags his backless chair closer to mine, getting more serious. "Does he know that? Have you ever told him?" I look at him in his eyes, put the glass down. "You didn't." He detects my answer through my silence. "I get it now. There is a problem of proper communication between you and him. Believe me, proper talk will resolve half of the issue." He lectures me. I roll my eyes. Rafe doesn't feel the need to talk to me on any topic.

, she said as she walked out of my apartment. After she is gone, I try to recall the events of last night. I remember talking to my dad and him whining about me taking the family business seriously, and I think we ended up fighting. We definitely ended up fighting. After that, I went to the bar to hang and get a drink. As usual, people from the bar recognize me and come to me for all kinds of favors, from jobs to partnership to things I can't even remember. Gerald, my good friend will always say, “these things come with being the heir to a well known and successful winery.” Maybe he is right. Every girl at the bar from last night was all over me and I bought so many drinks. I blame Gerald fo

Because she was clearly depraved. She should have probably done a witty little toast thing but she was too flustered. Instead she just took a massive uncouth quaff and winced as the bubbles shot up her nose. He looked a little shocked. He probably thought she was a burgeoning alcoholic. “Sorry. I…” Cole had to stop and sneeze, and it burned, making her eyes water. “Um. Sorry. I’m not that into champagne.” He took a neat little sip from his own glass. “Well, this is a Piper-Heidsieck Rare Vintage from 2002, reputably their best year since 1996.”

Pinigilan ni Joy ang kanyang kamay nang lalagukin na sana niya ang isang basong champagne. "Ayos lang ako. Sanay na naman akong ganito ang ginagawa and believe me nakaka-uwi pa rin ako, safe and sound." Pagyayabang niya. Pero ang totoo'y matagal na siyang hindi nalasing ng ganito. Sana hindi na lang pala siya nagdala ng sasakyan para hindi na kailangang magmaneho. Dinampot na naman niya ang isang bote ng beer na inilapag ni Adrian pero maagap ang kamay ni Martin at pinigilan siya.

he said fixing the dark blue tux he wore. Trix raised a brow and hook her arm around his when he offered it. The pair walked into the large checkered floor of the ballroom. It had a decent height ceiling with a beautiful diamond chandelier that deflected the lights of the room, giving it a beautiful glow. Trix couldn’t hold back the wonder and amazement in her eyes. “I know its all curtsy of my dad. He likes to go over the top,” a perky strawberry blonde said grabbing a champagne glass from a waiter. She stood at about 5 ft 5inches. Green eyes glued to Tristan.

He looked at Sarah. "Miss Wilson, this is Veuve Clicquot." Sarah said patiently, "Don't you all know?" Vivian spoke with contempt, "Miss Sanders, listen carefully. This is the world's most expensive champagne, 'Shipwrecked.' Found in a sunken ship's wreckage over twenty years ago. Miss Sanders, you're wrong." "No, you're all wrong." "What?" Vivian raised an eyebrow. Sarah continued, "Though 'Shipwrecked' was found in sunken wreckage, it was called Veuve Clicquot before it was lost. Even with its new name, that doesn't change the fact that it's Veuve Clicquot."

A glass of champagne rested in his hand as he worked, while drinking from it at intervals, as he reviewed the constant stream of endless emails that were the most important ones that needed his approval or attention, which had been reviewed by Skylar. Despite the efficiency with which he managed to keep working, his mind kept drifting to Skylar's words concerning his unhealthy eating the more he drank from the champagne glass. Her voice was calm and composed even if it was usually laced with frustration and concern whenever she talked to him countless times about it in the past. “You need to eat well, Mr. Hamilton. Too much champagne without food would ruin your health,” she had said to him

~ ~Footprints in the dew, a trace of the unknown,~ ~A symphony of secrets, in the moonlight we’re thrown. As I swayed my hips to the song, I took a greedy slurp from my glass, savoring the apple taste of the Moet & Chandon wine. There was a reason champagne was a drink for the rich. Bored, I picked up the bottle of champagne with just half the content left and took a swig. I might as well have fun since I had no company. “Crap!” I shoot for the center table, following the buzz of my phone. It was a call since it buzzed nonstop.

Then he was gone, leaving me alone with Silvio and his barely-contained euphoria. The champagne arrived in waves. Bottle after bottle, the kind with labels I recognised from magazine spreads about billionaire lifestyles. Cristal. Dom Pérignon. Krug. Cases of it, carried by guards who lined them up like soldiers awaiting orders. Silvio popped the first bottle himself. The cork shot across the room with explosive force, champagne foaming over his hands. He didn't bother with glasses. Just brought the bottle to his lips and drank directly, bubbles spilling down his chin.