Champagne Problems Novels & Stories

Her head pops up, her hair wild in front of her face. "Hmm..." Her drunken grin widens. "Thirty thousand just doesn't have a good ring to it." "You're right." I swivel my head to the promoter, his eyes widening when he realizes we mean to spend more. "What's the most expensive bottle of champagne The Pink Rabbit sells?" "T-that would be our bottles of Dom Pérignon. They each run a cost of ten thousand. Shall I bring the owner to show you the—" "Nonsense," I interrupt him. "We want one—actually, make that two. We'd both like to pop our own bottle, wouldn't we?"

I greeted with a warm smile, she gave me a total run down check with her eyes, “I'm thirsty I'm here to get water” I muttered respectfully raising the Can of water in my hand. She walked fully into the kitchen, and grabbed a bottle of Dom Perignon Champagne from the wine cellar, “Do you know what wine is this?” She asked as she poured herself a glass “Hmmm” I mumbled “It's De Mayor’s Champagne” She paused and stared at me, “How did you know it, are you familiar with wines you don't look expensive” “Well my uncle owned the wine company”

Three days later… “Champagne or wine?” the waiter asks us. I contemplate the options, taking a while to choose one. Wine or Champagne? The wine tastes very good. Champagne is also very good. Which one I choose? “We will choose white wine.” Edrien responds, tired of waiting for my decision or dealing with my indecision. I smile at him and nod. It will be wine this time. The waiter takes down the request and immediately disappears. Deep breath.

"Bring me the best wine for my woman." Cheryl stared at Rafael in surprise. Even more so when two female servants arrived with wine and glasses for her. She recognized the bottle of wine they brought—Dom Perignon Vintage Champagne. Panic. She immediately looked at Rafael, who poured wine into her glass and held it out. "I'm not thirsty." Cheryl shook her head. Pleading with Rafael, who was looking at her calmly. Her body would not be able to tolerate the alcohol in the wine. She would get drunk and lose control.

Carlton hung up, and I ran into the living room. Chiara was laughing, and I saw her grab a bottle of champagne. It was the only glass the waiter was holding, so I motioned for Nicola to go after the waiter, and I hurried to snatch the glass from Chiara. She was surprised by my rudeness, but I explained what was going on. Her face went from confusion to horror. I smelled the cup, and indeed, it had benzene in it. We heard a scuffle in the distance, and I poured the champagne on the floor immediately.

Chelsea bragged in a high-pitched tone. Everyone chuckled. A waitress walked over. “Hey, what can I get you?” “Two bottles of champagne?” Shelby suggested. “Ace of Spades?” Chelsea suggested. “Nah, I don’t like that champagne. What about some Dom?” Hector asked. “That’s not my favorite,” Chelsea said with her nose turned up. “Cristal is usually good for a big group,” Teresa said. “Sounds good to me,” Catherine said. “Two bottles of Cristal,” Cameron said to the waitress.

"You never are. You are one person that hates anything with alcohol in it. You expect us to take juice during a celebratory moment. Champagne isn't vodka or whiskey. It is more subtle than those two." "I don't hate alcohol. It is just not my spectrum to take things with harsh content. Moreover, pineapple juice has a hint of alcohol in it," she joked. "For me, baby, try it this once with me." The waiter came back with their champagne, filling the slim glasses until the bubbles almost overflowed.

I felt really pleased. “Yeah. This isn’t even a party. It’s more like a mini ball. You know those enclosed charity events?” She said. She did this all the time. Over hyping herself. I laughed “Radike you’re doing it again oh. Overhyping yourself my babe.” “No but check it now, who gives you champagne in flutes at a regular party.” She said. I saw a waiter pass by and collect some small chops. “Well me I cannot relate because I can’t drink the champagne.” I said. The doctor asked me to stay away from alcohol for now. I was pissed I couldn’t enjoy what others were enjoying.

We consequently yelled, raising our glasses like some sort of pact. "To us, the pole strippers" She yelled as she laughed, rather loudly. "That gives us away too easily" I replied. "-the vamps" Jacq interrupted, hefting her glass a second time. "Too cliché" Wu eye rolled, bringing out her stash of blow. "Well, we can certainly cheer to one thing" I said as i held up her glass. "None of our lives is really a cliché" "To us, the vamps" I raised my glass again with a smile.

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.