Mikasa Double Old Fashioned Glass Novels & Stories

Jorginho replied. Markris walked back with the bottle of whiskey in one hand and two glasses in another hand. He placed them carefully on the table and poured some drinks. Then he handed one glass over to Jorginho. "Bottoms up, pal!" He raised his glass and emptied half of it in one gulp. His face contorted as he placed the glass down. "Damn, that's some strong drink!" "Just perfect," Markris muttered, pouring another glass after downing the first in one gulp.

That ex-girlfriend, Miss Banks or Miss Museum, whatever her name was, should really consider changing voices with him. “ We'll have two glasses of beer and one Coca-Cola”, Hazel said. “ Right on track sir”, the bartender said and went to go pour in the beer in those huge glasses that had huge handles. “ What's the coca-cola for?” I asked, curious as to why he ordered it. “ You'll soon find out”, he said, a knowing smile plastered on his face. “ Here you go. Two glasses of beer and one Coca-Cola”, the bartender said.

Derek discreetly sniffed the liquid in his glass. It was a top-shelf single malt, the heavy peat and alcohol masking any subtle inconsistencies. He caught Tabitha's eye, and they downed their drinks at the same time. Across the room, Misha saw Derek empty his glass, and a smile bloomed on her face like a opening flower. "Misha, what's got you looking so happy?" Bentley asked, sliding over like a piece of gum you can't kick off your shoe.

As Julien stared in shock at the massive bottle of white wine, the server had already filled the decanter in front of him and poured him a glass of wine. After the servers left, Charlie picked up the wine glass and said with a smile, "Welcome to Oskia, Julien. According to our custom, we start by drinking three glasses together." Julien caught a whiff of the strong aroma of the liquor and exclaimed, "Uh... This wine is pretty strong, isn't it?" Albert chuckled. "53 degrees, high proof—authentic vintage Moutai." "53 degrees—" Stunned, Julien blurted out, "Without doing anything first, we're just going straight into three glasses?!"

*Jayden* I took the whiskey glass and was about to drink from it then remembered why I had put it away. I pressed a bell and the waitress appeared and I asked for another double shot. “I am sorry sir, you have finished the last of the Glen 40 years, would you like to try Aberf? It is also a forty-year aged whisky, single malt Scotch whisky aged in Oak casks” she suggested. “If that is the case, I think I will be heading home then, give me my total and add me another small bottle of cold water then bring me my bill.” I told her. It was getting late and I still had an exciting night with Sierra ahead.

I explain to them. Hans is a good man and he deserves to live a long life with his wife and I am going to make sure of that. “Sure boss, how about a toast. I know you don't drink alcohol but this is a vintage 1979, Cardon Bleu.” Ross tells me as he holds out the bottle. “Ok, one glass won't hurt.” I say to him and he proceeds to pour each of us a glass. “To the downfall of Yara Nichols.” We all shout and then we clink our glasses.

I kill and they clean. Knowing they would be here in a matter of minutes, I poured myself 2 fingers of the 55-year-old Yamazaki that the ‘Casanova’ had in a crystal decanter on his desk. For all his perverted desires, he had a good and expensive taste for whiskey. I could appreciate that in a man. He might choke to death if he saw me sipping his treasured drink, but seeing as he was lying on the floor, eyes wide open in shock, that would not be a problem.

The bartender asked while smiling sheepishly. “One glass of margarita for me,” Tessa replied and kept her purse on the table. “And two glasses of Mimosa.” Lily added, she knew what Mila wanted. They always ordered Mimosa at the club. “Right away,” the bartender replied and turned to get to work. Suddenly, Lily turned to face the door, and she sighted him. At first, she wasn't certain whether it was Carson or not because he was looking hotter than the first day she saw him.

The bartender, appreciating the change in direction, leaned in, his eyes glinting with enthusiasm. "Well, you can't go wrong with a classic Old Fashioned. It's a blend of whiskey, bitters, and a touch of sugar. Served over ice with a twist of citrus. There's something timeless about it." Nysaa nodded, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "I'll have one of those next." As the evening wore on, they continued their conversation, talking about anything and everything that came to mind. Nysaa was a spirited conversationalist, her sharp wit making the bartender laugh more than once.

Camila asked. Logan chuckled. "Fine, a drink will do…" he went to the wine show glass and brought out two bottles of Shipwrecked 1907 Heidsieck. And two wine glasses which he set on the table. "Shall we?" He asked, opening one bottle. Camila smiled; always ready. He filled the wine glasses halfway and dropped the wine on the table. He took his own and gave Camila hers. She shook her head and filled her glass to the brim.