Novel & Cerita Having A Coke With You By Frank O'hara

"She looks like she could use the sugar." "I said water." "Coke has water in it." Blackwood leaned against the bar and studied her face. "You hit your head when you went down?" "No." "Your hands are shaking." Maya shoved her hands in her pockets. "I'm fine." "You keep saying that but I don't think you know what fine means." He nodded at the guy behind the bar who brought over a Coke in a glass bottle. "Drink. You'll feel better." Maya took the bottle because arguing seemed pointless and she was thirsty. The Coke was cold and sweet and she drank half of it before setting it down. Blackwood was still watching her with those sharp eyes that seemed to see too much.

That ex-girlfriend, Miss Banks or Miss Museum, whatever her name was, should really consider changing voices with him. “ We'll have two glasses of beer and one Coca-Cola”, Hazel said. “ Right on track sir”, the bartender said and went to go pour in the beer in those huge glasses that had huge handles. “ What's the coca-cola for?” I asked, curious as to why he ordered it. “ You'll soon find out”, he said, a knowing smile plastered on his face. “ Here you go. Two glasses of beer and one Coca-Cola”, the bartender said.

That ex-girlfriend, Miss Banks or Miss Museum, whatever her name was, should really consider changing voices with him. “ We'll have two glasses of beer and one Coca-Cola”, Hazel said. “ Right on track sir”, the bartender said and went to go pour in the beer in those huge glasses that had huge handles. “ What's the coca-cola for?” I asked, curious as to why he ordered it. “ You'll soon find out”, he said, a knowing smile plastered on his face. “ Here you go. Two glasses of beer and one Coca-Cola”, the bartender said.

'Coco di di ya ya Mm mm mm mm Coco di di ya ya Oh oh oh oh Coco di di ya ya Add milk and little salt Then stir… Coco di di ya ya Oh oh oh oh Coco di di ya ya Shake em if you wanna drink Oh, Coco di…' 'Cookie!!!' He thundered furiously, turning around to face me. 'One more word and…' 'Di di ya ya.' I completed swaying my hips. He growled animalistically. Well, ladies and gentlemen, here we go again.

“You need something hydrating. How about Gatorade and whiskey?” “My favorite.” Together we went out to the back patio. A few feet past the stairs was the beach, open, wide, and inviting. I nearly sobbed with relief when Coop pulled out the Dark Matter. Several hits later and I was swimming in a sea of numbness, blanketed against the world. Taking several swigs of whiskey—and Gatorade, at Coops behest—I fell even further away from reality. Do this for me, and I might just keep you.

“You did fine.” Morgan nudges my knee under the table. “First hand’s just about surviving.” I pick up my beer and take a long drink, watching O’Hara shuffle again. My pulse has settled. My head feels clearer. “Ready for another?” he asks. I nod. “Yeah,” I say. “Deal.”

She complied, letting her hand confidently jack my cock while she moved in to kiss me. "You taste like coke," I said. "I like to party," she admitted. Kat joined us, getting on her knees with the vial of coke and scooping a generous helping skillfully down my shaft, forming a thick, straight line. "There you go, sweetie," she told Caitlyn. Caitlyn got to her knees and licked her lips. Kat passed her the straw, and she snorted half the coke up one nostril before switching to the other. Kat replenished my cock with coke immediately.

The only makeup she's wearing is mascara, giving her a naturally sultry look that I've always envied. The limo starts moving, and the partition goes up, effectively blocking Mike from eavesdropping. Janice passes around shot glasses and opens a bottle of tequila. "To the most epic birthday night ever. Even if we can't go to Club Zero, Oasis is still incredible." She fills my shot glass to the brim, and I down it, feeling the unpleasant burn in my throat. Oasis is the domain of all living creatures in the magical world and humans. But of course, we don’t know if we’re vibing with humans, not hunters.

of my so-called broken heart, but the sting of alcohol numbed the urge. I knocked back half of his drink, the bourbon still cold from when I poured it two minutes ago. Each bitter note was tangled with a different flavor. There were sweet notes of aged honey, followed by a wave of tart and sugary maraschino cherry. In all, it wasn’t a bad drink. Just as Lorenzo was about to speak, Olive popped her head from around the corner. Holding up a finger, I made my way to Olive and leaned in to hear her voice above the thunderous music.

I had no idea what was going on in my house or what this guy was doing shirtless in my dark kitchen, yet I was so eager for him to like me. “Having fun,” he said with a smile. “Would you like to join? You don’t look familiar. Have you ever snorted coke before?” His voice was so alluring. I had never found the British accent so hot until now. Even though he was drunk and his words slurred a bit, he still managed to make everything that came out of his lips sound sexy. Wait. Did he just say something about snorting coke? As in coca*ne? I froze. Wasn’t that illegal? And this gorgeous guy was casually asking me if I wanted to do it. How did he even get here in the first place? That was a reality