Mikasa Double Old Fashioned Glasses Novels & Stories

I turned quickly, grabbing bottles and mixing the drinks with practiced ease. It only took a few minutes before I carried them back over but they weren’t sitting in their usual spot. Instead, they’d taken a table off to the side, tucked into a darker corner that gave them a clear view of the entire bar. It was… different and strategic but Mike, he wasn’t relaxed. His eyes kept drifting to the entrance and his posture tense like he was waiting for something or someone. “Four Long Islands,” I said, setting the glasses down. They each took a sip, exchanging glances before nodding. “This is really good,” Michael said.

” Gabriel hooted, causing victorious howls to fill the restaurant. “Keep it down! Will you?” Rico ordered chuckling. “Stop making her jealous!” Gabriel snarled at him. “She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?” Rico asked, his question caused another round of hooting. “For starters…five glasses of LaCassa wine.” Rico announced handing Deki the Menu. “We don’t serve those in glasses, Sir.” “Deki!” Rico snarled warningly through the mind-link while maintaining his calm facade. “We’ll have five bottles then.” Rico informed him calmly and turned to Tiana,“You haven’t ordered anything,pup.”

I added. “Do you want to be specific with the drink or should I carry on with the task,” the server asked while I glanced through the menu. “Umm… For tradition, give us sake and mugicha. Ramune, yuzu lemonade, and Sakura spritzer for modern. And for cocktails, Sakura martini, and Tokyo mule. Also add an extra plate for each,” I said lastly. I wanted to trust him with the drunks, but I also wanted to order big.

“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?”

Meanwhile, James was still waiting at the peak of another mountain. Soon, the old man returned with a jug of wine and two small glasses. “Wahaha, I’ve returned!” Before he arrived, his voice could be heard from a distance. The old man sat down and poured out a few drops of the wine. James looked at the wine glass made of crystal clear jades set in front of him. The wine poured into the glass was a milky white in color and seemed to emit an ephemeral white glow. The wine’s pleasant aroma wafted into and tickled James’ nose.

Mariko shook her head. “Nah. I’m alone.” Megan narrowed at her before she offered the sit in front of her. “Sit. And let’s drink together.” Megan called a waiter and order two glasses of jack daniels for them. The waiter arrived holding their orders and gave them their drinks right away. “Thanks, but I can only drink one glass. I brought my big bike with me.” Megan mouthed an ‘oh’ as she found her cool.

I touched the fine glass. Maximilian Decardo. In the photo, he was seated on a skin-colored sofa. An abstract painting hung on his back and added mystery to the whole environment. Clad in a black suit that was too expensive and it would have taken me a lifetime to pay for a thing like this his hair gelled back his face had a resolute cold expression. In front of him at the table was a wine bottle 1863 written in bold letters.

The bartender, a tall, dark-haired man with piercing blue eyes, greeted me with a nod. "What can I get for you?" he asked. "Just a whiskey. Make it a triple. Wolfsbane." The bartender poured me a glass of whiskey and handed it to me and left. I took a sip, drumming my fingers on the table. "Whiskey," a familiar voice said behind me. "A double."

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.