Crystal Head Vodka Onyx 소설 & 이야기

A small compartment slid open, revealing a crystal flask and two small cups. "You look like you need to numb the edges," he said, glancing at me sideways. "Vodka. Imported. It'll help with the shakes." He offered the flask to me. I looked at the silver container. My throat was dry, parched from screaming and crying, but the idea of alcohol made my stomach turn. I needed a clear head. I had just jumped into a car with a strange man; getting drunk was a death wish. "No," I said quietly. "I barely drink."

"Hey, sleepy head! Aren't you intending on getting your lazy ass off the bed today?" A familiar lady's voice echoes through my room, disrupting my sleep. Ooh crap! I roll under the duvet in the direction of my bedroom door, where the voice is coming from. "Shit!" I curse the pain in my head. Goodness! If crap was a person, then that is me right now. What the heck! I only took a mere tiny glass of the fucking vodka, which I, by the way, flushed down with a full glass of del Monte! Why do I feel like I emptied ten bottles in my breadbasket? On top of the pounding headache, my head feels like a load of ten kilos is laid on it. Mental memo: I am never tasting the ludicrous vodka and all the damn

Crystal pulls me through the crowd until we reach an enormous bar at the back of the room. “What do you drink?” she asks. “Water.” She stares at me. “I’m serious.” “You’re eighteen.” “I know.” “You’re at a fae party.” “I’m also apparently a magical fire hazard.” Crystal considers that. “Fair point.” I laugh as she orders two drinks anyway. The bartender slides a pale purple liquid toward me. I eye it suspiciously. “What is it?” “Moonberry wine.” “That sounds fake.” “We’re surrounded by supernaturals, Aria.”

An Epic Source Crystal was very valuable. If all it cost was 100 Intermediate Source Crystals, Jodi also wanted to get some. "Is there only one? Are there more?" Victor asked the bespectacled man. "Of course there are more, but the price..." The bespectacled man unscrewed a bottle of water and took a big gulp. "How much?"

“Let’s get a drink.” We went to the bar together, and instead of ordering for me, Gideon let me choose my own drink. I ordered a vodka cranberry with a slice of lime, something light but strong enough to calm my nerves. Gideon ordered a glass of neat whiskey, dark amber liquid poured slowly into a short crystal glass.

I hurled it at his head with every ounce of grief in my marrow. He didn't flinch. His hand shot up, snatching the bottle out of the air a foot from his face. He didn't set it down. He squeezed. The crystal exploded. Shards sliced into his palm. High-end scotch rained down, soaking into the Persian rug and his white shirt. He didn't even blink. Blood, thick and dark, began to drip from his fist, mixing with the alcohol. He tossed the remaining neck of the bottle aside and lunged.

Like I wanted Gianna to talk me out of this. “T-minus five, G,” Crystal calls. “I gotta go.” Gianna pecks me on both cheeks. “Just think about what I said.” She races off, and I wander back out onto the main floor. At the bar, I think about ordering a rosé, then get a gin martini. I don’t think I like these either, but they taste nothing like scotch. As the lights dim, and Crystal takes the stage, I sip the freezing drink. Just talk to him. I can do that. At the very least, then I’ll be able to get on the plane with no regrets.

Ryan said. "Thank you for that kid bro". Theo said and Jayden scoffed." for what you just said I will get us another drink but is on me this time". he stood up and left, a few seconds later he came back holding three glasses of drink and gave each of them, they gulped all at once. "Gosh, what kind of drink is this?" Ryan asked as he felt a burning in his throat. "Is called Devil Springs Vodka". he said and Jayden stood up to leave " Are you leaving?"

“Yes. I will have a brandy and coke.” “I will have a passion fruit and vodka,” I chirped, letting my hands slip from beneath my chin. “Maybe a shot of Jägermeister as well.” Ozias’ eyes widened; his jaw slackened. I needed some more liquid courage than normal. The girl nodded and bounced away. “So, as you may know- “

begging silently, Please don’t mention, don’t say anything about my prison time in front of all these people, please — her eyes clearly conveyed this plea! Shen Xiujin's eyebrows quirked. Caught off guard, he lifted his finger towards the bottle of vodka in Qin Mumu's hand and smirked at Jian Tong, his lips curling into a cold smile: "I know what you want to say. Fine. If you can drink this entire bottle, I will grant your request." Jian Tong looked at the bottle of vodka in Qin Mumu's hands, her face deathly pale. Belvedere vodka is one of the more famous types of vodka in the world, with an alcohol content of around 40 degrees. Jian Tong's complexion was pale as she stared at the body of t