Having A Coke With You By Frank O'hara นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He’s not as crazy as last time at Tracey’s house. Spike blinked, held the Coke bottle, and took a sip. Unexpectedly, he spat it out the next moment. Amos was startled and quickly took out a tissue to wipe Spike’s mouth. “What’s wrong?” Spike frowned, picked up the pen, and wrote. “It’s so bitter.” Amos was stunned. “Really?” How could Coke taste bitter? Spike blinked his clear eyes, handed him the Coke, and wrote on the paper. “Try it.”

You couldn’t call me the sinner when the sin was so tempting and dancing right in front of you ! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Mm like an Oreo I love to lick the middle like an Oreo (Turn up) Oreo, Oreo, like an Oreo I wanna bite it, and get inside it til I get you gone * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Chocolate is humming as he picks up a paper from the bowl and reads it out loud "Who would you like to kiss in this room?" Caramel's eyes widens at the word before Ber snatches the paper from him and scans it. Coco scoffs, taking it back "It's what in the paper, dum dum" Then he turns back to his brother "You don't have to answer it, sweetheart. One glass of Coco's Cocktail would save your soul" As if those words, Coco's Cocktail, wakes him from his jittering, he quickly shakes his head and says under his breath "V-Vanilla"

“Go to the living room before I take you on the table.” I bite my bottom lip and he growls. I smirk, then head for the couch, settling into the cushions and gazing out at the city. Night’s falling faster now, and the lights coming on across the skyline are mesmerizing. Suddenly, music fills the room—Percy Sledge. When a man loves a woman Can’t keep his mind on nothing else… I turn to see Dante walking in with a bottle of wine and two glasses. “What’s this?” I ask, smiling broadly.

But luckily, the cocaine had begun to kick in at last, a sly and welcome thief stealing my unease. The magic of the coke transformed the scene. The crowd was no longer a threatening mob but a vibrant, moving tapestry. Every stranger's face became a fascinating story, every laugh a charming melody. A mother scolding her toddler wasn't a source of stress, but a perfect, living portrait of familial love. A busker's out-of-tune guitar was a raw, authentic performance. Everyone and their presence was just… perfect. The sharp edges of the world had been sanded down and lacquered with a brilliant, shimmering glow. My bare feet on the scorching road? A minor, almost amusing inconvenience. The linger

"Coke or mojito?" "Coke", Noah replied taking the glass from him. She took a sip and immediately grimaced. "Shit, this has rum in it," she said her face contorting with disgust. "Just a little," the guy replied nonchalantly. "No thanks," Noah said handing the glass back to him. "Drink it's good," he said trying to press the glass back I to her hand. "No, thanks," Noah repeated firmly. "Don't be silly," he said trying to force her to drink. Just then Nick appeared out of nowhere and shoved the guy to the ground.

And you’d never know… well until it's too late that is… I made my way over to the bar and ordered a glass of water and a glass of Cola. If I wanted tonight to go perfectly, for my last hurrah, then I wanted to make sure I had a very clear head and I wanted to remember every single detail of tonight to last me… plus, I had given up drinking for the most part, much like killing, one just fueled the other and it was a habit I was really trying to break. Once I had my drinks, I headed to an empty table, which was more out in the open than I’d have liked, but it was the only one available. I chose these two drinks specifically… because, at a glance, you could mistake them for vodka.. Or assume th

Fuck! I need coke. I need it right now. I reached for his black bag and opened it open. I don’t care if he hits me or kills me for this, all I know is that I need this cocaine and I need it right now. I got out a wrap of coke and poured some of it on the lid of the storage compartment between the two front seats of the SUV. I was just leaning down to take a sniff of the white substance when the car door opened wide and Lorenzo stood in front of the open door, glaring daggers at me,

The whole world was spinning in slow motion now. Then, I saw it. One of the guys started leaning over the table, his movements precise. He laid out a line. It was so clean, so starkly white against the dark wood. I’d only seen it from a distance earlier, but now here it was, right in front of my face. Someone held out a small straw, offering it to me like it was the most natural thing in the world. God, it was coke. Pure, unfiltered trouble. I just stared at it. My chest felt loose, almost hollow, and my thoughts were moving like they were underwater, slow, soft, and completely blurred out. I felt so weak in that moment, like my willpower had just evaporated into the smoky air of the club.

I ask with a smile sporting my face. "I never drank my drink with twizzlers with a girlfriend before but i used to drink with it when i was a child with my sister." he says and i try it. It tastes wonderfully amazing ,like coke candy. Harry raises his eyebrows at me to know my opinion . I form my hand into a thumbs up and down it . Harry's face forms a scrunched v and he pouts but then i turn that thumbs up upside down and harry smiles with his heart. I pass him the drink and play the movie.