Love And Tequila Make Her Crazy Mga Nobela at Kwento

I obey, but I stoop down to grab the little bottle of tequila that I see at the bottom of the bar on my way. “Fay,” Kent groans, reaching for me as I come close and pulling me on top of him so that my knees straddle his lap, a bottle of tequila in one of my hands and my whiskey cocktail in the other. “Honestly, girl,” he says, pulling me closer to him with two hands on my waist, “I can dress you in La Pearla and give you a cocktail made with twenty-year-old Bourbon, but you’ll still want tequila and tell me your favorite part of the drink I made is the two cent’s worth of sugar.”

“You're not a heavy drinker, are you?” She quickly looked up at me. Her eyes were a perfect shade of blue. “No. Tequila is my only forte.” I nodded my head, not taking my eyes off her for even a minute. Her size was still baffling. I cannot comprehend how she managed to get into such a mind-blowing shape or how she shed off her nerdy lifestyle. Could this have been done by her boyfriend? Though Jacob and I didn't go into much detail about Fancy. The more I see her, the more I get interested in wanting to know more about her personal life.

Emma filled the shot glass with the Cuervo, handing it towards me as I took it and drank the whole thing. It created a lining down my throat and the burning sensation left in my mouth was unbearable. Grabbing a lime from the plate, I squeezed it in my throat to ease the bitter taste. The heat in my stomach was caused by the tequila. It tasted amazing, but just a few shots could leave me feeling dizzy. I felt lightheaded, and my vision was swirling around as the loud music dominated our area. Emma was now dancing on her seat as Danny laughed at her. Tyler was throwing me glances, and he would gaze at me to hopefully catch me staring at him. Mason was squeezing himself to me as I continuously

Basically, my life would be a boring hell. It was a thought I hated. “Want some liquid courage?” Maria asked at the same time she pulled out a pint of boutique tequila. She tried to grab glasses but I jumped up, almost breaking my neck in the heels, and made a mad dash toward her, twisting the bottle from her hand. I lifted it and tilted my head back. It was my live-a-little guarantee. “There’s the princess I know and love,” Maria said with the most genuine smile I’d seen today.

“That’s because you blame yourself for everything.” Look at her, he thought in awe. He had just kicked her in the teeth and she was cracking a joke. Sort of. “I guess I do. Right now we’re both pretty miserable. That’s my fault.” “Oh, pul-eeze.” She rolled her eyes. “Get over yourself, Carlucci.” “I guess that love thing comes and goes, huh?” She gave a decidedly unladylike snort of laughter. “You’re the one who said love was about honesty. I just calls ’em as I sees ’em.”

As the strap slipped from her shoulder, about to slide down her arm, I reached out and gently held her hand, stopping her. She looked at me, her neck veins bulging as she held her breath. Without saying a word, I grabbed a shot glass from the table, tilted my head back, and downed the contents in one go. Ayva stared at me as if I were some kind of alien, but I paid her no mind, grabbing another shot glass and swiftly emptying the bitter liquid into my mouth. After four shots of tequila, I felt my head starting to spin, and the room began to whirl around me. It was then that I remembered exactly why I despised tequila. It was the only liquor I couldn't hold properly.

she said, and turned on the video record of Salsa and ken in a heated argument which led to their break-up. Salsa gagged her mouth with Her palms. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed. And before she could speak yet further, Opula had poured tequila on her and supported it with a dirty slap… Something devastating loomed on…

|•ZEKE•| I should have known allowing Raleigh on my bike was a bad idea and somehow, I end up with her in a bar, well she had practically pleaded to hang out with me and I, not wanting to hurt her feelings had foolishly accepted. Now here I am, downing down my sixth cup of tequila and I am already feeling dizzy. I am a lightweight drinker especially when it comes to tequila.. I feel my eyes rolling and brain becoming all fuzzy.

"What is it?" “Tequila,” Aiden says, his voice velvety. “It helps increase dopamine levels. In some ways… it’s an aphrodisiac.” A flicker of something dances in his eyes. Mischief. Hunger. Control. I raise an eyebrow. I don't know what that means. “We’ve got whiskey, rum, brandy, gin. You can try them all if you want,” he adds, leaning closer. The heat of his body seeps into my side.

Ciara's POV “Love is for fools, and I am never falling in love again.” The words tasted bitter as they left my lips. I lifted the glass of tequila in my hand and drank it in one gulp. The liquid burned its way down my throat, making my eyes water slightly, but I welcomed the sting because it distracted me, even if only for a moment, from the ache sitting heavily in my chest. The club was loud. Music thumped through the walls like a heartbeat, vibrating through the floor beneath my heels, while neon lights flashed in every direction, painting the room in shades of blue, purple, and red.