Romans & histoires Mikasa Double Old Fashioned Glass

Until finally a waitress came with a tray containing two cold drinks. Janet ordered the server to put the drink on a table near to where they were standing, then, she brought the drink herself and Nicko. “Sir, this is our signature drink. We make it using a secret recipe that has been passed down from generation to generation,” Janet said as she handed the drink from her right hand to Nicko. Nicko accepted Janet’s gift while knitting his thick brows together. He looked at the glass that was now in his hand. It looks odd to be categorized as a mocktail. Usually mocktail drinks will be served in a transparent glass, but this one seems to be made of porcelain. The handsome young man paid attent

I said flatly, sliding into the armchair across from her. She delicately pointed at the crystal glass on the table. "Have a drink first. It's Marcus' favorite-Macallan 30." I raised an eyebrow, inspecting the liquor like it was suspect. "You didn't slip anything weird in there, did you?" Margaret let out a dry laugh. "If you're scared, just don't drink it." I set the glass down and nudged it away. "Yeah, I'm gonna pass. Safer that way."

MICHEAL'S POV “Make sure the champagne is from the Montebello reserve, not the regular batch,” I said, walking towards the glass wall of my office with my phone pressed to my ear. “And double check the sitting arrangements. I don't want the Carsons anywhere near the Pierres.” “Got it, sir. I'll handle it.”

Ryker's POV "Here is the USB with everything you need for the investigation." Daniel was already at the bar when I got there, and we arrived at the bar almost at the same time. We immediately sat down at the table in front of the bartender and asked for an Old Fashioned. This is Daniel's and my favorite mixed drink. The Wild Turkey 101 Bourbon Whiskey, sugar syrup, and ice give it the classic flavor of bitters, and the lemon peel on top makes it even better. This is the best summer whiskey drink we've ever had.

“I can help in the meantime.” Ben considers it as he pours a drink, hurrying back across the bar before coming back. “Can you make an Old Fashioned for the guy in the white shirt?” “A what?” “Old Fashioned.” I blink and reach into my purse again for my phone. Holding up my finger to tell Ben to wait, I do a quick Google search. “Got it. Well, maybe. What does it mean to ‘muddle’ a drink?” “I’ll make it. Here.” He hands me a bottle of whiskey. “Pour ten shots and take them to Jacob’s table, along with this margarita for Rose.”

* I followed Rogue towards the lit area, acutely aware of Silas trailing behind us like a brooding shadow. The space around the desk felt strangely intimate after the vast, threatening emptiness of the main warehouse floor. Rogue moved behind the desk, not sitting, and gestured to one of the armchairs. "Please." He turned to the sideboard, selecting two heavy crystal tumblers. "I hope you appreciate the water of life. This is a rare Dalmore, fifty years in the cask. Not something I waste on just anyone." He poured two generous measures, the rich amber liquid catching the light.

“Waiting on her sitter to show up. She’ll be here…eventually.” “I can help in the meantime.” Owen considers it as he pours a drink, hurrying back across the bar before coming back. “Can you make an Old Fashioned for the guy in the white shirt?” “A what?” “Old Fashioned.” I blink and reach into my purse again for my phone. Holding up my finger to tell Owen to wait, I do a quick G****e search. “Got it. Well, maybe. What does it mean to ‘muddle’ a drink?”

Caspian's POV A few minutes later, the server returns with a bottle of tequila and several shot glasses, placing them in the middle of the table. "Yes!" Bruno cheers, grabbing the bottle with excitement. "Who's in?" Without waiting for a response, he starts pouring tequila into each shot glass, not caring if it spills a little. One by one, he puts a glass in front of everyone. Jessica looks excited, while Veronica just rolls her eyes. Mike, Mabel, and Mom sit there, not touching their drinks, clearly not in the mood.

Slides it back into place with the others. His movements are deliberate. Slow. Like he's trying to preserve something by handling it correctly. The bar cart catches my eye as we head toward the door. Two glasses sit there. Both with amber remnants catching light from the windows. One clearly his—the placement, the angle I've seen before when he drinks alone late at night. The other different. Still wet. Recently poured but not finished. The liquid hasn't even started to evaporate yet. Fresh. Maybe an hour old. "Had company?"

I shake my head. "Sir," the waiter interrupts our conversation. "Here's your drink." He places the bottle on the table. The bottle's design emulates that of a classic Russo-Balt car. It's made of gold, and not just anyone can obtain this type of drink because it costs $1.3 million.