Mikasa Double Old Fashioned Glasses Novels & Stories

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.

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."

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!”

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.

The look on her face said enough. A few minutes later, the bartender appeared with a tray containing all the orders. Three crystal glasses, each one catching the low light. Louis XIII was in a glass that looked like it belonged in a museum. Amber liquid. Thick. Expensive. Mike reached out for his cup and downed everything in a second. One smooth motion. No wince. No cough. Like it was water. I held mine and stared at it for a second. The air seemed to shift, and somehow, he was the only person who wasn’t affected by any of this. By the price. By the past. By anything.

Aiora snorted in annoyance and then lay his head on the bar table because he felt dizzy. "Looks like I lost the start with you, Aiora." Nakita said as she drank a glass of drink and a bottle of Sunset Very Strong Rum beside her. "You want?" Nakita's bargain on Aiora. "Ah no. You won't be able to drink this." Said Nakita lightly. Aiora growled irritatedly and then handed the large glass she was holding to Nakita. "The glass is too big dear." Kekeh Nakita then asked the bartender for a small glass.

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.

I don’t open it but Katya does. Her brows shoot up slightly. “You weren’t joking about the price.” Nadia glances between us before placing her own menu down. “So. Are we drinking, or are we pretending we came here for something else?” Katya snorts. “We’re definitely pretending.” “Three glasses of Macallan 18,” I say. The server nods immediately. “Of course.” Like he had our orders prepared ahead, the glasses appear seconds later. Katya leans back, eyes scanning the room again. “This place is strange.”