Having A Coke With You By Frank O'hara Mga Nobela at Kwento

One of her hands glide up underneath his hair and grabs a fistful of it as their lips keep on syncing together in a hot deep kiss. A hot deep kiss that feels so intimate to watch. Feeling the need to give them privacy, I shift my eyes away from them, turning back to look at Frank who seems to be done with making me the well acclaimed 'Sex on the Beach.' The pinkish drink is cocooned in a highball glass filled with square blocks of cold ice. He slips a straw into the glass and garnishes the glass top with an orange slice before pushing the glass towards me. "Here you go ma'am. You can have your sex on the Beach."

“Now, what’s your poison?” “Erm…” Zoe looked over at Cole, recalling that night when he’d spiked her drink in a one-man mission. “Maybe… just a beer?” “You even like beer, Zee?” “Not much. But if you get me a rum and Coke, can you make sure that Cole actually, you know, puts some Coke in? More than a sip?” Saint’s blue eyes danced. “You sure now?” “Yeah. I gotta go home to a baby. I can’t be half-buzzing and tired and off my game.”

Ava did not want to drink because she was worried she might get high and ruin her plans. However, Ace was staring at her with so much love in his eyes and she knew that it was an important day for him. After hesitating briefly, she decided to share in his joy and accepted the cup of wine from him. After drinking for a few minutes, he went to the carton and took out his coke. He poured some of it into a piece of paper and went back to the couch where he was sitting before. He placed the paper on the table in front of him and began snuffing the coke using his index finger. Ava sat on the bed watching him. Her heart was racing as she knew that her moment of escape was nigh.

I sent a text to Rum, telling him that I’ll be back in three minutes, and then quietly slipped out of the studio. In a light sprint, I arrived at the vending machine next to the elevator and popped in a few coins to get that bottle of Coke. “A warm day, huh?” I was grabbing the bottle of Coke when I noted a pair of legs wrapped in denim beside me. I retreated my arm and straightened to face the person with a polite smile.

I say while taking a sip of my Coke. “Where would you be without me man?” “Shut up and eat.”

I toasted, сlіnkіng mу beer bоttlе tо her champagne glass. "Oоh. I like thаt." Frаnkіе replied. To avoid the effects оf thе lоud muѕіс, I lеаnеd іn close tо Frankie and аѕkеd, "Hоw соuld it have bееn a while? I'm ѕurе thаt guys muѕt fаll over thеmѕеlvеѕ fоr an орроrtunіtу tо be wіth a wоmаn аѕ rеmаrkаblу beautiful аѕ уоu." Shе соuldn't hоld a саndlе to Maria, аnd Mаndу hаd youth оn her ѕіdе, but Frаnkіе wаѕ rеmаrkаblу bеаutіful tо mе.

Sara wаѕ сlеаrlу drunk tоо, but аt lеаѕt ѕhе was сараblе of ѕауіng hello, аnd holding a соnvеrѕаtіоn, whісh I wаѕ grateful fоr аѕ Stеvе аnd Julіе disappeared somewhere fоr a dаnсе or a ѕnоg оr something. Prоbаblу tаkіng coke іn thе lооѕ, I thought, this сrоwd lооkеd the tуре, rich аnd soulless.

The feeling of alienation hung in the air as they both sought the right words to speak. "Who goes to a bar and orders a coke?" Harry joked, sitting before Jackson who still had words stuck in his throat. He wasn't wrong, he should run at the sight of coke, considering it was the cause of his present predicament and a certain human who belongs in a cell next to Hitler in hell. "If there's a promise of you carefully accompanying me to my apartment, a few glasses of whiskey wouldn't hurt." He responded, creating invisible patterns with the glass that lay bare before him.

“You were drinking coke. When I returned with it, you were gone.” “Coke?” she repeated with surprise. “If I was drinking coke, how could I not remember things?” His voice was soft as he said, “That is a bid odd. Unless you’re right and the bartender drugged you. I hope that’s not the case.” Then, after a long and uncomfortable silence on both their parts, he asked, “Can we give it another try?” “What do you mean?” she asked. “I really like you,” he explained. “I’d like to see you again. It doesn’t have to be at the dance club. It can be over a cup of coffee for all I care.”

he yelled to the barman who immediately made our drinks and handed them to us. As I took a sip of the mysterious concoction in my glass, its flavors exploded on my tongue, sending waves of warmth cascading through my body. The liquid courage emboldened me, fueling my desire to dance with reckless abandon. Damon's eyes met mine, sparkling with a mix of mischief and longing.