Mikasa Double Old Fashioned Glass Novels & Stories

fuck off! "Should have known you'd follow me here." I said, as a pair of soft, feminine hands snaked up my back; Misaki. "I'm glad it didn't come as a shock." She grinned, taking a seat beside me, much to my annoyance. She grabbed my bottle of tequila, pouring herself some. "Thought you only drink green tea." I said, in a bid to taunt her. "Very funny, Bran!" She rolled her eyes, before downing a shot of tequila.

"Just tell me your orders, and I'll have them fixed for you." Lea glanced at me. She wiggled her brows. "We're having a bottle of Brut champagne, and a glass of Martini," she said. Nikita left to describe our orders to the bartender. When she came back, she was already holding a mop. She cleaned the mess left by Jerry's group on the floor. I sit up straight when she goes to our table.

Misha gave a silent nod. The manager turned to me next, his voice hushed with reverence. “Would you prefer Dom Pérignon, ma’am? Or Krug?” Ezra looked like he might choke on his own tongue.

It was whiskey. “Yes, please, help yourself,” Myles deadpanned as I set the glass back on the table. “Don’t mind if I do,” I smirked. He pulled a flask out of his pocket and handed it to me, unscrewing the lid before he did. “If you had a flask, why’d you get the glass?” I asked him as I took it. “It felt more classy to have the glass, but now I see it was a silly idea,” he conceded, as I took a sip.

I scoffed, throwing my hands up in the air. "Ill take that drink, actually. Make it a double whiskey, please?" Silas smiled and approached the bar cart and poured me a double and handed it to me. I chugged it down quickly, handing him the empty glass, nudging for another one. He quickly went and poured one more, bringing it to me again.

A live pasta station stood near the wine bar, where chefs in white toques crafted custom dishes for guests on demand. For drinks, a long mirrored bar was stocked with vintage wines, top-shelf whiskey, and signature cocktails named after the couple—The Sasha (a blend of elderflower liqueur, gin, and white cranberry) and The Mason (bourbon, smoked cherry, and citrus bitters). Silver trays moved through the crowd offering champagne from rare vintages, each flute garnished with a twist of candied orange peel or a floating edible flower. Julia grabbed another drink from one of the waiter’s carrying the silver tray. It was her fourth drink this evening. I arched a questioning brow at her, “are you

“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.”

A man like that might grow suspicious if I did that then again he's probably accustomed to strange women coming on to him, I wouldn't doubt it, the pictures the bureau had of him didn't even come close. He lifted his snifter in salute and took a sip, which for some strange reason made me blush; a young nubile thing, which now come to think of it seemed to be the only type working here, came over to take my drink order. I so wanted a milkshake right now. I almost laughed at the thought, yeah that'll look really sophisticated Cierra granted they even served those things in a place like this. "Do you happen to carry Riesling or maybe a pink Moscato?"

Or was he just canny and a skillful bastard in hiding his emotions? “It calms my nerves. It makes me think sharply.” He then gestured to the statue man. The man walked to the liquor table, grabbing an old whiskey bottle with two glasses. “Leave us,” he ordered and signaled his fingers. The statue guy walked out without delay. Francois then poured us to our glasses and stood up to offer to me. I took it from him. “A Double Eagle Very Rare. You have quite a taste. Thank you.”

It was still early so I suggested we head for the hot tub. I asked, "Would anyone like some more brandy or a glass of wine?" Everyone chose a bit more of the brandy so while Kim, Jenna and Terri headed out to the hot tub, I stayed behind and poured four double jiggers of brandy which is approximately three ounces in each glass.