Romans & histoires Mikasa Double Old Fashioned Glass

“I like that phrase coming from your mouth.” “Hm,” I mumble with mock attitude. “Enjoy it while it lasts. After Italy, it’s over.” “We’ll see, little shadow,” he replies with a slow smirk. “Will you watch the sun? I don’t want you to burn.” I nod, just as two cocktails arrive. One is pink and glittery, served in a delicate martini glass. The other is a light brown concoction with curls of orange peel, served in a wine glass. “Uh…” I murmur with a touch of suspicion. “Thank you.”

Nana said nicely. Janice gingerly took her own glass and eyed the contents closely. It looked like a Chapman with the umbrella thing on it but not exactly so. It was this orange sunset colour, iced and waft of whisky seared into her nose as she sniffed. She almost choked on the "it's Alcoholic by the way," Nana said, as she fixed her curious gaze on her. Drake was also studying the drink set in front of him too. "It looks like Chapman but it's not is it? I wonder what it tasted like."

We said goodbye and I headed to the address Nick had texted me. As I walked into the shop a friendly gentleman greeted me. “Miss Clarke, Mr. Thorn said to expect you.” “He did,” I sounded surprised. “I have the bottles ready for you.” We walked over to the counter, and he showed me the bottles. First was Chateau Montelena chardonnay and the second was a bottle of Macallan 18-year-old double cask whiskey. I nodded, not having a clue. I watched as he boxed the bottles up and placed a gift ribbon around each of them.

"Miss Lucy Clay, it's a pleasure to see you again" Laughing at his formality, I sat down on my seat "drop the formality Lucas, it doesn't suit you" standing up again, I walked towards the mini bar in my office. Picking up a bottle of The Macallan Select Reserve 1946, I picked up two liquor glass then walked back to my desk and dropped it before sitting down. Lucas whistled as he examined the label "you sure do know how to spend your money on liquor" opening the bottle, he poured into each glass

“You got all the stuff?” Aidan nodded. “Yep. Triple sec, cranberry juice, fresh limes. I even went out and got a cocktail shaker and the right kind of glass.” He displayed it for Jax, who blinked at it in astonishment. “It’s called a martini glass. Very elegant, no?” Jax nodded back at him, not having a clue what the hell else to do when confronted with fancy glassware. “Yeah. Nice.” “Uh-huh.” Aidan was amused. “So, you think she’ll show?”

The Old Fashioned was a smoky, sweet concoction with a hint of orange, while Tanya's Cosmopolitan was a vibrant pink, the perfect blend of tart and sweet. As the night wore on, we ordered a few more drinks to keep the celebration going. Tanya tried a French 75, a classic cocktail made with gin, champagne, lemon juice, and sugar. It arrived in a tall flute, the pale yellow liquid sparkling under the lights. I opted for a Negroni, its deep red hue and bold, bitter flavor a perfect contrast to the sweetness of the champagne.

Priscilla kindly asked while moving to block Sage from the cameras. But Sage shook her head again. "Priscilla, you must've prepared many bottles of vodka, right?" A look of surprise appeared on Priscilla's face. "Yeah. You want to drink some?" "Yeah." Sage nodded. Priscilla ordered her subordinates to bring in the vodka. Mimosa had released the vodka in new designs. The alcohol now came in tiny oval bottles. At first glance, the product seemed more like a bottle of perfume with a simplistic design instead of vodka.

Clearing his throat, he stood to refill his glass. When he returned, he set a drink before her on the table. “You’re going to need this.” She reached for the glass and took a whiff. The distinct aroma of spiced butterscotch was familiar. One sip confirmed her suspicion. “Maker’s Mark?” She inquired. “Impressive. Yes, it’s their private select rendition. Do you like it?” “It was my father’s favorite drink.” She smiled, taking a small sip. The drink was more refined than she remembered, and this one had a hint of licorice.

It was midnight. Jasper sat by the window in his study room, pouring himself a glass of red wine. The glass he was using at the moment was one of the presents Alyssa had given him. It was a pair of Baroque-style crystal wine glasses. The clear clinking of these glasses indicated their top-notch craftsmanship and exquisite quality. As he sipped the wine, he couldn't help but wonder if when she had gifted him these glasses, she had thought of spending a lifetime together with him.

I sat down and smiled at the waitress who was waiting for me to take my seat. “Can I get you a drink?” She asked as she passed me the wine menu. “I will have a glass of 1970 Thalabert. And a glass of the house's rosé wine.” I glanced down seeing the 1970 Thalabert Marcus had ordered, almost choking at the price, £29.50 for a glass. This was typical Marcus, always flashing his cash. “Actually, can I have just a coke please?” I quickly added before she walked away.