Mikasa Double Old Fashioned Glasses Novels & Stories

“Desk is obsidian-core with carbon-steel struts. We’ll hear the screws beg for mercy before it snaps. Director’s thorough.” Jonas threw him a sideways look. “That’s your comfort statement?” “Alternative is popcorn. Figured you were cutting carbs.” Jonas opened his mouth, shut it. A muffled thud leaked through the double doors—soft, rhythmic, offending every HR policy in fifty kilometers. Jonas winced. “That her glasses?” “Paperweight,” Arlo replied, tilting his head toward the mirrored sconce that gave distorted glimpses of movement inside. “Reflection says lenses are still fogging.”

he said casually, “then why the hell did you wait around at the hotel all day?” He paused, waiting for his reaction. “Unless, of course, you were waiting for her,” Julian added. Mason didn’t respond immediately. His gaze lingered in the mirror for one last second before he shifted his weight back into the seat, slow and deliberate. Then, without a word, he reached into the leather case beside him and pulled out a crystal glass. From a hidden compartment, he drew out a bottle of Martell XO and poured himself a drink with a steady hand, the amber liquid gleaming in the sunlight.

Just her name, Derby, written in a precise, elegant script she didn't recognize. Frowning, Derby carried the box to her small kitchen counter. She sliced through the tape, pulling back the tissue paper inside. Her breath caught. Resting in a protective leather case was a sleek, lightweight pair of designer computer glasses. They featured a specific blue-light filtering lens, framed in a delicate, matte-gold titanium. It was the exact model she had stopped to admire in a boutique window weeks ago, off-handedly mentioning to herself how much she needed them because her current pair kept slipping and making her eyes ache.

"Invite her" Maxi held out a small, oval-shaped transparent glass to Anthea, which was filled with a beautiful, ocean-blue liquid. "Thanks. I invite you" Anthea took the glass from Maxi's hand. I don't know where in the cellar with hundreds of oak barrels, he can find a glass that fits like that. It is possible that while, with her eyes closed in contemplation, Maxi prepared these two glasses. "Edge" At Anthea's surprised gaze, Maxi showed a cheerful smile.

When I looked up at her with a puzzling look she smiled. “On the house,” she smiled. “Juice?” I asked. “No, no,” she laughed as she placed shot glasses on the table. “Sake.” "Oh,” I giggle. “Thank you so much!” “Very strong. Only a little bit,” she warned. Nyx and I watched her as she walked away. When we turned back to the table, Clara had already popped off the lid and filled up our shots. She lifted her glass and when she felt our eyes on her, she looked up at us.

It went from surprise to astonishment, to disbelief, and finally speechlessness. In the end, Aldor told her that the glasses were made by a prestigious wine glass and decanter manufacturer in Dereland. The wine decanted by the wine glasses would taste extremely mellow. The foot of the glasses was even embedded with jewels. A single wine glass was priced near a million. As they entered, Felicity spotted Corbin immediately. Like a cat approaching its prey, Felicity darted over to him so quickly that Stella failed to stop her. "Keegan, Stella."

“Something simple.” She nodded and pointed toward a shelf. I walked over immediately, my hands trembling slightly while checking different frames. None of them looked exactly like my old pair. My chest tightened anxiously. Finally, I found one. It was slightly different from the previous pair, darker and sharper around the edges, but manageable. It still gave Mia Roberts that strict corporate look. “I’ll take this one.” A few minutes later, I stepped outside wearing the new glasses. I touched the frame lightly and exhaled.

I looked over at a drink in a beta’s hand and said, “I believe he’s got a Tom Collins.” Zane made an impressed-looking face, then scouted around. “What about the beta female in the white cocktail dress? What’s she got?” I shot him a look. “You picked an easy one. That’s a margarita glass, and they don’t serve anything else in those.” He hummed and looked around some more. “Oh, I don’t recognize that one the alpha female in the green maxi dress has.” “It’s a Pink Lady. You make it with an egg white and grenadine to get it that color.”

Kimberly was hot on my heels. "I'll take one too," I chimed in. The dark-haired man turned and raised his eyebrows at me. I finally got a look at those crystal clear blue eyes of his. I could lose myself in those eyes. "You like whiskey?" He gave me that cocky half-grin, and I couldn't help but smile back. "Make mine a double," I said to the bartender as he poured out a row of drinks. Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome gave me an approving nod as we all reached for a drink.

“But I know Mr. Pervis. He’s a good man.” “He is indeed!” Loretta agreed, her grin stretching until it was no longer genuine. Mr. Pervis had not yet noticed us. He was sniffing the red glasses, his nose uncomfortably close to penetrating the liquid within. “These are all different ethnicities and ages, you say?” he asked a mortal man who stood near the table. “Indeed they are, sir.” “And they’ll be refilled throughout the evening?” “But of course, sir.” Mr. Pervis looked very happy about that. “Well, then, I’ll have to try them all!”