Merry Brandybuck Novels & Stories

“But I get to pick the poison.” Shrugging, I begin to follow as he sneakily makes his way through the room toward a cabinet in the back where all the alcohol is stored. Once he is inside, I wait until he emerges with a bottle of vodka and some cranberry juice. “Basic,” I giggle. “But it’ll do.” “This is Bacardi 151.” Marty points out as we head back toward our lodgings. “If this doesn’t put hair on your chest, I don’t know what will.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I like a drink, but that does seem…excessive.” “Excessive is one word for it,” Marcus agrees, taking a drink of his own cocktail, an old-fashioned. “Hey did you know that they make old-fashioneds with brandy in the state of Wisconsin, instead of with whiskey?” “Do they really?” I ask. “That sounds kind of good. I might try that. How did you know that, anyway?” “Oh, one of the guys on the security team is from Wisconsin, and he was telling me about it at one of Mother’s parties a while ago. I must admit, brandy isn’t my liquor of choice, but he swears by it.”

Austin stood up. "...where's your bourbon...?" He nervously asked scratching the back of his head. "We have orange juice." "Don't be selfish Beth, my beautiful sister." "You're striking me as an alcoholic." "...it has been a rough week. Like you said I'm about to have a rough life ahead, with my baby with Merrigold." Austin stopped for a second. My baby with Merrigold, that sounded so right. "Yes, my baby with Merrigold." Bertha laughed at his expressions. "Are you well...?"

he smiled knowingly as an elderly woman walked up to them. "Having a party?" She asked cheerfully. "Yes, ma'am," Richard replied as he returned the smile. The elderly woman seemed to be charmed by his warm smile and chanted happily, "I'm too. My hubby's birthday is tomorrow. I'm planning a surprise party for him. Do you think American Honey liquor and campari will go well with the event?" She asked. "Yes. Skyy vodka, Glenfiddich and cranberry juice will also help put smiles in the faces of your guests too," Richard offered as the elderly woman quickly put all of them into her trolley and collected extra 6 bottles of Hennessy drink from the shelf.

They were a lot different from the ones he saw from the last time, this time, they looked extra juicy and more expensive that the last set. He had already began salivating, imagining the taste of each wine bottle that sat beautifully on the vault. The colours of each one of them shone beautifully, it was as though they were calling his name, dragging him closer to themselves. "Oh... I know your poison", Richard pointed his fingers at him, as he said to him, smiling and laughing as he opened the vault and brought out a bottle of brandy. Labelled as Brugerolle Cognac and it's beautiful golden design on it's bottle, it's shinny colour shone even brighter as Richard began pouring out some of its

"Funny that a man of your standing would want to see me in a hurry," Maddox objected, walking across the room to the bar to pour two shots of an alcoholic beverage that had more value than any other in the entire casino and was a significant vibrant yellow color; D'Amalfi Limoncello Supreme. He in a glass tumbler poured him just enough to taste the delight and richness in one gulp.

"I'm planning to have this on our renewal of vows." Colt was taking note of everything and his ideas for the new advertisement. "We will change the bottle looks on the peppermint taste and raspberry wine. We should ask whiskey, right?" "Yes, I ask about the production of rye and barley in England." Since I own hectares of it that I used to make wines. "Oh, I love this one!" Warren sipped on the wine that I make from strawberry, soda, and grapes. Natalie loves that one. Very much. She finished one bottle of it.

He gives me a smile. I frown a little, suddenly tasting the disgusting liquor for last night. I shake my head. "No, I tried some of Jason's Remy Martin last night and it was strong and horrible." Brandon let out a low chuckle. "How bout I get you a fruity mixed drink. It won't be strong, it'll be better tasting, but it'll still do the trick." he tells me. I think about it for a second, maybe it'll help me relax and wash away my paranoia. I give him a nod, watching him leave to get the drink.

Duke lead the Huntsmen south of the Forest then they saw smoke from the distance in the forest. "I assume its them?" Altar said. After some time they spotted four people on four horses racing through the cold forest being pursued by men from the Liquid Isle. The Huntsmen were on their path, they werent as late as they thought they were. The Rogues were caged in, behind them stood the people from Liquid Isle and on the path was the Huntsmen. Morgan knew all four of them and their names. His grey eyes found Red Mary who had the spear wrapped in a cloth on her back.

“I’m sor— please sir. I really need this job.” I ignored his pleas. Really his voice was starting to irritate me some more. I walked to the liquor cabinet Damien has in his office. It has one of the best collections of aged drinks you could fin think of. There was almost everything that was classy and tasteful on that shel. What caught may eyes was the aged Brandy I heard he likes to serve his business partners after they compete a deal. The wimpy assistant let out a sound I’m sure a lot of humans can’t make. But a bird though. Yes, birds squeak.