Novel & Cerita Mikasa Double Old Fashioned Glasses

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.

“She might not have the body that you do, but she’s not a slut. She still has track of her body count, unlike you.” “Please leave.” “What the fuck!” I snapped. “You know what? If you don’t want me, I’d get her to leave you,” I sneered. “Look there.” I glanced towards the door. “You see it, huh?” I said, letting a sly grin spread across my face. “Yes, I got all this on recording, and these glasses aren’t ordinary,” I whispered, removing the glasses. “See, it has a camera. It’s a meta glass, sweetheart .”

He was now wearing new glasses, it was nearly falling off his round face, I have had noticed that he had those stringy cords on his glasses, which oldies always seem to have. "Just cook for me again. I want something done with effort." I just snorted and rolled my eyes against him as giving up. I slightly bowed down my head in the owner who was watching us arguing. There was no other customer at that moment except from the both of us. As I was walking past, I could barely see my reflection in the shop windows, since it had some dust that seemed to fail to wipe for a long time.

Zeke finally let's him go and he hides his face behind Zeke. "Alright Zeke. I think you've embarrassed him enough. Let's sit down and you can tell me what's going on." "Sounds good. Miah!" Another man walks in with his head bowed. "Yes Alpha?" "Can you please get the glasses out? With ice." "Yes Alpha." Miah says and starts setting up four glasses dropping a few pieces of ice in each. "What would you like to drink? Mark?" "Uh. Just water please." "I'll have the same." I say.

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.

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.

“She might not have the body that you do, but she’s not a slut. She still has track of her body count, unlike you.” “Please leave.” “What the fuck!” I snapped. “You know what? If you don’t want me, I’d get her to leave you,” I sneered. “Look there.” I glanced towards the door. “You see it, huh?” I said, letting a sly grin spread across my face. “Yes, I got all this on recording, and these glasses aren’t ordinary,” I whispered, removing the glasses. “See, it has a camera. It’s a meta glass, sweetheart .”

Killian Vale The glass in my hand was warm. Which meant I’d been holding it too long. I stared at it without blinking—crystal-cut, rim laced with untouched scotch, the expensive kind that collectors chased and I used like mouthwash on high-stress days. Macallan 25. The kind of liquid amber that cost more than most people made in a month. And this? This was turning into one of those days. Or nights, rather.

“Jas!” “Huh? What’s up?” He looks at me starry-eyed. “Jasper, do not leave this bar with these women. I don’t want you to end up in the belly of a cargo ship headed to Goddess only knows where.” I eye the collars disguised as choker necklaces the twins are wearing with tiny red blinking lights. The three of them are not paying attention to the warning. I catch the bartender’s attention and pass her my credit card. “Champagne for our beautiful friends here. A bottle… Dom Perignon Brut Rosé, if you have.”

Glasses clinked, voices rose, and the air smelled faintly of bourbon and fried food. As Marcus and Atlan approached, the guys offered brief nods and handshakes. Atlan took a seat, his posture stiff but trying not to show it. A waitress swooped over almost immediately. “Two shots of bourbon,” Marcus ordered smoothly. “And a shot of tequila for my friend here.” “Uh…no ice,” Atlan added quickly, forcing a half-smile. “Trying to, you know, stay away from cold stuff. Arteries and all that.”