Novel & Cerita Detective Conan Bourbon

Ryker's POV "Here is the USB with everything you need for the investigation." Daniel was already at the bar when I got there, and we arrived at the bar almost at the same time. We immediately sat down at the table in front of the bartender and asked for an Old Fashioned. This is Daniel's and my favorite mixed drink. The Wild Turkey 101 Bourbon Whiskey, sugar syrup, and ice give it the classic flavor of bitters, and the lemon peel on top makes it even better. This is the best summer whiskey drink we've ever had.

I ask them, glancing at my mate from the corner of my eye. “What do you have?” my mate asks, stepping up to me. At least she’s not afraid of me. Of course, she just obliterated a vampire into dust, so she has no reason to feel fear around me. She has no reason to fear me at all, but she doesn’t know that yet. “Pretty much anything you could want. Vodka, rum, scotch, whiskey, bourbon…” “Bourbon,” my mate says, making me smile. “Make that two,” her friend says.

With a growl of frustration, Dyllen lobbed a particularly large rock into the water only to be startled at a laugh from behind him. Turning in place, he found Urkane moving to sit beside him, two dark bottles in hand. “Heard from Boss, thought you might want a drinking buddy,” Urkane said simply as he handed over a bottle. Giving it a sniff for good measure, Dyllen found his eyes watering at the potency of the alcohol. Looks like Urkane had brought the good stuff. Taking a swig without replying, Dyllen coughed a little as it burned his throat before he knocked back more.

Maybe I could get home. The door opened without a knock. No request for entry. Just the quiet sigh of hinges and the sudden, overwhelming presence of him filling the doorway. Dante stood there, backlit by the hallway light, holding two glasses of bourbon. The amber liquid caught the low light, looking like molten gold. "You’ll sleep better with this," he stated, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room. My carefully maintained silence shattered. "I’ll sleep better when you’re dead."

Just then, the doors to the court swung open and a warrior stepped in, quickly lowering himself to one knee. “My Alpha,” he said urgently. “We have reports of a suspected magic user around the east border. The user was able to bring down the border gates but we are unable to identify him.” “Time to find out if you are truly worth keeping alive,” Cassian said, his gaze locking on mine. “We leave now.”

I ask them, glancing at my mate from the corner of my eye. “What do you have?” my mate asks, stepping up to me. At least she’s not afraid of me. Of course, she just obliterated a vampire into dust, so she has no reason to feel fear around me. She has no reason to fear me at all, but she doesn’t know that yet. “Pretty much anything you could want. Vodka, rum, scotch, whiskey, bourbon…” “Bourbon,” my mate says, making me smile. “Make that two,” her friend says.

Daniella calls out and runs to me, where I wait with open arms. “Hey, baby. Did you have fun with Donato today?” I ask, and she proceeds to go into a story of what they did. I watch as Christian and Nico converse; they look deep into a discussion, and I must admit that I am curious, especially when Dario joins them. Serena and Bamba then come over to me when Daniella goes to the dessert table again. They hand me a glass of amber liquid, which I am guessing is bourbon. “What’s this for?” I ask with a frown, and they both smirk at one another before looking at me.

"And this one is my favourite. Bourbon." Ozgur poured Bourbon into a glass. "It is made from corn, honey, yinepair, vanilla and wood, also caramel." I held the glass and smelled the aroma. "Like orange." I wanted to drink it, but Ozgur shook his head, then he drank the bourbon in his glass. "Don't want you to get dizzy. Next time you can drink it." Hearing that, I sulked a little, even though I'm getting used to trying various liqours.

The GPS is there in case something happens, I’ll be able to track her. Although I truly pray nothing happens at all. I’m going to hunt down my enemies before they hunt me down or try to use my girl against me. “Confirmed, Shark.” Bones’ voice interrupts my train of thought. I wag a brow at him, “Good.” I look at Castor and hum, “We’ve got to drink to this, right?” He nods briskly, rising to his feet. His assistant serves us with neat bourbon. Castor and I hang over the rail, drinking and discussing how he runs the club while we watch those gyrating, smoking, and touching each other below us.

I licked my lips and looked up at him. "That was um, very hot," I mumbled softly and pulled away when I saw the bottle of cognac. I hurried to the decanter and took a big swig to calm my frayed nerves. Deagon watched me curiously and his eyes widened at me drinking his stash. "That's made for reapers," he stated firmly and grabbed the decanter from my hand. "I don't understand how you can see reapers, drink our liquor, and kiss me, it's all very confusing," he mumbled softly and sat the crystal decanter on the table. He glanced at me and grinned devilishly.