Destiel Canon Mga Nobela at Kwento

I just hope that our manager won't notice my disappearance for a short time. Perchiène Colonus was a drink composed of whisky, margarita, martini, and Manhattan. We serve them at the bar at night for heavy drinkers. It's the best seller here, and for those of us who know how to mix it, it is a must that we are always present during night shifts.

“What are you doing hiding way out here, my beauty?” “What can I get you and your friends?” “Grey Goose dirty martini...” “For named brands, we have the five J’s: Jim, Jack, Jonnie, Jose, and Jägermeister—no fancy city glasses, just shot, highball, and beer.” “What do you recommend?” “For you? The Tunnel Bar in the City.”

His large fingers point to the napkin. “Oh. Um, it’s three shots.” I will myself to meet his eyes. “Jim Beam, Jack Daniels, and Johnnie Walker.” A head tilt now accompanies his smirk. “The Four Horsemen adds a shot of Jameson or Jose Cuervo.” I gulp. “Like the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.” I prattle on. “You’re an enigma.” “Excuse me?” The more we talk, the more I need my drink.

It smelt of fresh cinnamon. The smell of home. My safe haven. I took off my shirt and hung it on my hook. I strode to my rack of gins, my eyes scanning my collection for something strong. Something Strong enough to burn my pains away, yet mild to keep me grounded and active. I saw an 1878 Don Mario Vintage and smirked. Exactly what I wanted. I turned a glass and quickly poured out a little amount in the glass. If I take that drink to my work table I might get drunk and not do anything productive.

I try very hard not to think about the fact that I know he used to drink. "You don't drink?" I ask lightly. "Nope. Haven't in years. It can be hard on the body, and I want my career to be as long as possible. And yes, I've caused all these issues for my public image even without the use of booze." "Noted." Huh. Jax Kingston is still surprising me. "Okay, then. One non-alcoholic beer coming right up." At the bar, I order for Jax and then pick the most sugary-sounding cocktail I can find on the plastic menu. It's called a Cape Cod Colada. It comes with a maraschino cherry on top and a tiny pink umbrella.

At the side of the club was a counter with a male bartender wiping glasses whilst taking order from his attendees. The stench of drugs, cigarettes, sweat and weeds floated through the air, bodies sweating and grinding on each other. Yara lit a stick of cigarettes which she had gotten from the club, puffing the smoke lazily through the air. She scanned around for Tola who seemed to be in a deep conversation with some guy who had dreads and tattoos around his body. She scowled, watching him run his hands on her bum while Tola who seemed uncomfortable plaster a smile at the pervert. She watched as he kept trying to run his fingers around her bosom. She huffed, tossing the cigarettes away.

I asked in a low voice, curiosity mixing with confusion. Conor flashed a big smile, showing off his pearly whites—something I hadn't seen much of. He looked so large and at ease sitting on that barstool, and when our eyes met, I found his energy oddly entertaining. "So, there’s this beer called Stella Artois. And if you want to spice things up, you order a shot of Jack Daniels with it, which they call a Jack Backer. Whiskey, in my opinion, is just good for the soul." He drifted into thought, his gaze momentarily distant, as if he was pondering something beyond the conversation. "And what about the Surfer on Acid?" I asked again, my grin turning a bit crooked as I tried to keep up with him.

“What? Are you going to drink on her behalf?” Kaze narrowed his eyes dangerously. He wanted to move on from the matter, but Lil Dee would not drop it until someone finished the bottle. Lil Dee was a petty man. He would not stop until he got his revenge. Since branding Mountain Dew Estate was a strategy Darcy set out for Sky Ocean Corporation, Kaze could not ruin the partnership. “Fine, I’ll drink.” He calmly grabbed the bottle of Remy Martin cognac. Kaze uncorked the bottle with his thumb and gulped down the alcohol.

he 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?” Sebestian asked with a chuckle, though he did have to admit, he kind of liked it too. He shook his head when Allen laughed.

Dante’s secretary was at the bar with her friend who was equally seductive like her. They were already been drinking before Rio and Leonard entered the bar. The bar was not full at the moment, Leonard and Rio went in front of the bartender’s counter. Leonard asked the bartender what can he offer them to drink because there was no brandy or whiskey available. The bartender brings out a bottle of gold label premium rum, and tells them that this was one of Dante’s creations, the best of his creation, it was an eighty-nine-point nine percent alcohol.