Jack Brewer Kickin It Novels & Stories

“This will hit differently.” He uncorked it and poured a bit into my glass. I coughed after the first gulp; the fiery liquor went down harshly, burning my throat and setting my chest on fire. “What is this shit?” “Emberston Whiskey,” Benji grinned proudly. “Mad shit. My very own concoction.” “Get off this stuff.” I angled my head at him. “Let tonight be the last night you drink this.” Benji sighed, and his temperament shifted into sadness. “Jakub left with Mercedes and an Alpha. If I have to think too hard about what they might be doing, I might kill somebody.” He held the glass a little higher, stirring it a bit. “This helps, Alpha.”

For now, I keep it to myself and finish my beer. I return to the kitchen to remove the plastic then organize the paper plates, utensils, and cups at the end of the island. Noting I’m alone in the kitchen, I use the step ladder to access the small doors above the refrigerator. I gulp two long pulls from a new bottle of Jim Beam. I sigh as the burn slowly slides down to my belly. “Easy there,” Jackson chides, startling me on my perch. The step ladder shakes as I fight to regain my balance. Sure in my footing, I raise spirit fingers into the air, chanting, “Go, Tigers!”

Unexpected Truth Bryson POV I return to our booth balancing two plates of pancakes and bacon. Julian is still staring across the diner with an expression I've never seen before, pure excitement mixed with nervousness. "You look like you're about to pass out," I say, setting the food down. "That's Elijah Ward," Julian says again, like he still can't believe it. "I know. You already told me." I slide into the booth across from him. "Captain of your favorite team, right?"

Then, in an almost synchronized motion, we clinked our bottles together before downing the rest of the beer. “So tell me, how’s life been treating you?” I asked, letting the empty bottle slip from my fingers. It hit the ground with a soft clink, rolling slightly before coming to a stop. Jacob exhaled heavily, running a hand through his hair. The dim porch light cast a shadow over his face, making the exhaustion in his features more pronounced. “Rough,” he admitted. “After quitting as Lucian’s Beta, I went back to what I know best, fixing motorcycles for underground fighters.” He huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Not the most honorable line of work, but it pays the bills.” His eyes sof

After the day I have had, I feel like I need something stronger than juice. Taylor smiles at me. "Of course. What's your poison?" "Um, I am not a big wine drinker. Do you have any vodka?" "I know just the thing." Taylor dives into the fridge, pulling out a chilled bottle of Zubrowka bison grass vodka, ginger ale and some cloudy apple juice. He grabs some ice and a cocktail shaker and starts pouring the various ingredients. He pulls a funny face while shaking the cocktail, pretending to be Tom Cruise, and then with a flourish pours the drink into a tall glass in front of me. I take a small sip, unsure of what I am letting myself in for.

Jake grimaced at the coffee machine, stirring a Nescafé sachet into hot water that smelled like burnt tyres. “Ouch,” he muttered after a sip, wincing. Footsteps. Dr. Kimberly Watkins slid past, eyes on a tablet, lips moving as she read. “It’s impossible to have a heartbeat like that…” “Hey, Kim. Got a moment?” Jake said. She stopped, looked up. He looked wrecked—jet-lagged, strung out, running on fumes.

“I’m not a bartender bitch.” “Prick!” I yelled after him. A laugh came from behind me. “Don’t worry, I’ll get it for you.” I turned around, and my face lit up when I saw Roman. “Roman!” He walked around to the other side of the counter and popped open a can. “Beer.” I frowned, pushing it away. “What? No. I want the real stuff.” “Most of the liquor in here is spiked, Jenna.” “Spiked or not, I want it.”

Jacob asked as he wipes his face. "Well,you did asked for a big cup of me didn't you? So,I gave you a big cup of water" The bartender paused for a second. "Along with my spit in it" "Oh,that's just nasty!" Aaron said as he laughs again. Jacob grabs his shirt and dries his face. "What the hell is your problem?! That's extremely disgusting" "That's what you get for being a pig,asshole!" The bartender said walking away as Aaron continues to laugh at Jacob.

Zen took it from me and slowly tore it open. “Greetings to the great Faulkner. Greetings to the Alpha of the Nexton Pack! It is with great honor and pride that I wish to say thank you for honoring the invitation to our pack. We understand that with your busy schedule, but regardless, you found time to be with us. As we head out to vote for the alpha king, I wish you success as I vote for my favorite candidate, Jake Ferrell.” I grabbed the vodka bottle and slammed it right into the wall. It fell to the floor. The crashing sound of it is still echoing around the house.

"And said you wouldn't be able to come so here we are." "How did you know? I only cancelled a moment ago." Calen smirks, "Like I said, insufferable." "I brought a few beers," Jake announces. Jake works as senior executive at one of our other operations and yet he always finds a way to come over here, same with Gideon, despite being an Alpha himself he will galavant from his pack to mine repeatedly. Jake slams the bear cans onto the table and pulls out a seat. I raise an eyebrow. "Hmm, Day drinking?"